The black and white years up.

Wake up, it's morning.

As pretty and pretty this as it ever was.

So get up, stress is swarming.

As ridiculous and requisite as it ever was.

I do this to my own.

I cannot continue to be your flesh yo-yo.

I must face it alone.

Like the men in my family have done.

I work hard that I still.

My heart beats around the heart just so low.

But I'm making yours.

And I don't think I'm done.

Wake up, it's morning.

As pretty and pretty as it ever was.

I'm up and storming.

I said the imperious as my father was.

I do this to my own.

I will not contribute to your next own.

I will not think she takes all.

With the metronome of my chest.

Each new city hero reminds me always that my heart must wander where I am at my home.

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