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“…casually I dress while addressing her majesty…”
This song seems wintery and like new beginnings…2011!!!

Can we transform? Revelations born from the madness / Ashes to ashes, no more classics ,
Rap has become, so pornographic / When life has become something never imagined,
Passions pass, new feelings emerge / Emotions, flying in the sky with the birds,
Where’s hope when we need it? / Quotes they compete get us higher than that dope that we chief,
Where’s focus when functions retreat to the soul? / It’s a black hole moguls, following them,
Role models in bottles of belief keep swallowing / Drowning in the shallow end deep,
Told we can climb ounces of belief / Where’s peace when you need it?
Visions of the meek in the jungle and humble / As the sheep make you wonder why you speak when you’re spoken to,
Feel something holding you back, you want to throw the truth / The lies fly, it’s like time used to wonder what makes the wise wise,
Had to visualize in surprises / Nothing that them eyes have ever seen,
Hold up, is this a dream? / Some blacked out after the last bout I hatched out all of my issues and put a mag out,
Crashed through the glass house, some took the back route / I had to travel lightspeed to dodge that black cloud,
Raining on my parade / Sun shining but it ain’t enough shade,
To hide, the game blind I played / Silly games and too many charades,
Maskless in this masquerade / Came conquered never saw,
Raising hell hoping heaven falls / Took the “L” but I never lost,
Stepping off the axis / Balancing the galaxy,
Realizing facts are hidden behind reality / Casually I dress while addressing her majesty,
Flirting passably to other palaces surrounding me / Once crowned king humble down to the queen,
Gave my kingdom up / Became a mortal man walking Earth seeking love / Woe is me, I still believe,
Openly speaking it deviant in this woolen form of poetry / Took leadership brain cells just too close to see,
Obedient never winning hope it’s known to be me / Got free now they rope in your dreams,
With a gold chain, pimp striped suit and a code name / Sweater under leather trying to tell her it’s a cold game,
And I don’t mean it won’t change

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.