"Who are we when we look in the mirror? Do we not wake up with same bodies, blood, and air not deserving but by grace. Who are we, when we have to eat to live? Cause last I checked, color doesn't matter. Eat or die. Who are we that we could go blind in the eyes, complain about the stinch of a deadman who has to eat like a dog, silent to ways to fix the problem, but don't wanna get their hands dirty? Who are we when it's more than just a payday, but what you know is right and obvious? Why does justice have to be in the courtroom? We all know no jury in the next will have an answer. Only the one judge. Who are we to put negativity in the next man's mentality? Putting labels on each other, acting not being real to "fucked up" moments, with hefty price tags. But, what you expect? With no education as to what's a constant reflection to what the next man's thinking? Who are we to pray that it doesn't get serious enough, to be here a moment, and gone the next. Just rambling."
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