when u think of resemblence...wat comes to the head/
for me its how the livin are so close 2 the dead/
we walk...they walked, we cry...they cried/
we livin...they lived, and before us...they died/
How they saw sunlight, how they felt human power/
how they saw crisis, just like the 2 twin towers/
How their spirits were devoured, when they felt unloved/
how when shit hit the fan, their dreams were crushed/
how they were given a rush, at every glimpse of hope/
how they felt so broke when they were taken as a joke/
Just like us, they experienced affectin/
and im sure more than many had felts the joys of erection/
my day might be tomorrow, for who sum bullets hittin/
But does it really make a difference if im dead or im livin?/

[T-West stops typing and just sits and stares into space]

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