The First Sentence Explains It

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The First Sentence Explains It
GoldLink x Rick Rubin
Go and tell a nigga no with an ass like that
3 Years Later.
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JUMANJI
Blond(e): Powerful Lyrics that Stuck Out To Me
Nikes: we're not in love but ill still make love to you
Ivy: i thought that i was dreamin when you said you loved me, it started from nothing
Pink+White: you showed me love/dark skin never saw the shade
Be Yourself: be yourself be secure with yourself
Solo: think we were better off solo/inhale(in hell) inhale (in hell)theres heaven
Skyline To: it begins to blur when we get older
Self Control: ill be the boyfriend in your wet dreams tonight/keep a place for me
Good Guy: i know you dont need me right now
Nights: if i get my money right you know that i dont need you/hope you're doing well bruh/new beginnings wake up the sun is going down/shut the fuck up i dont want to your conversation/been ready for you all my life
Solo(Reprise): solo that i can admit when another kid gets shot by the popo it aint an event/no more
Pretty Sweet: you cant hurt me now
Facebook Story: jealousy pure jealousy for nothing
Close To You: ill be honest i wasnt devastated but you couldve held my hand through this pain
White Ferrari: left when i forgot to speak/ i care for you still and I will forever
Seigfried: im not brave/been livin in an idea from another mans mind/id rather go to jail ive tried hell/maybe have a good cry over you/id do anything for you((in the dark))
GodSpeed: i will always love you,how i do/ill let go of my claim on you/always
Futura Free: im just guy not a god
Angel
I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard it’s in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldn’t shock me if it wasn’t. Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all God’s children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, I’m scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?
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