Life is a creek full of babble
There is to much to listen to
You tune sone out
And tune some in.

You cry out for help
But it was tuned out
No one understands why
You will not let yourself cry

Its because we were told not to
It's because we're told we can't
If we do it'll be our cessation
We won't live in our Gangs nation

But we can not hear ourselves cry
We can only hear that of others
Yet others don't hear our cries
Unfortuneatly our cries are in disquise

Disquised by a babbling brook
When you look into my eyes
You close yours and feel my cries
The brook has closed our book!
 
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