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Check, yeah Blue whale Aye, tattooed on my arm Keep you out of the light Put your lips on my palm Put your hand on my forehead Fall asleep in your bed Speak under your breath But I hear what you all said Used to be scared to be dead Used to be scared to be undressed In the presence of less Give them all my guess Beautiful new red dress I'm truly a mess In the presence of, yes Of lust and life Letters of trusted times Undefined Somehow you blow my mind Hope in human kind Yeah, you give me hope in human kind Yeah, hope Yeah, in human kind Yeah, but are humans kind? I don't know, but I hope so I hope so, but I don't know Some days that I can't cope Broken, I can't get close Can't get, in a chokehold Trying to let go of the things that I can't control Can't get low Get back to the soul Back to the guy that I know Yo, with a smile that's wide and shows Light in the minds of those that I love and hold Keeping the titles close Lights that guide me home Yo, colour them sticks and stones Buildings of bricks and bones People that sleep in homes Ah, to each his own Leave message at beeps and tones I'm here, I'm grown Been lost, been learnt, been shown Been teachers that long since flown Yeah, but you called my phone Aye, but you called my phone And you blow my mind Give me faith in human kind Yeah, hope Yeah, in human kind Yeah, you give me hope in human kind Yeah, hope Yeah, in human kind I have wrote poems about these places because the riots to me were The fulfilment of a prophecy by Marcus Garvey. The prophecy is simple : When there are many hungry and many without food, many in bad Housing, then a uprising is bound to come. The way I See it, the youths have feelings and emotions. SPG And the police force cannot deal with these feelings And emotions. So now I use my pen to bring out my anger