Now im not trying to preach
I just want u to keep what is each
Everything delivered in a speech
Is no where enough to setup a breach
To keep anyone off the beach
Preach like u know, when one knows what to show
When u dig down very low
U can see what is in the tow
It kills the brain and makes waves very slow
But is the fluid of the flow
When u cant keep and cant sleep
U look to other sources for a leap
To go way down very deep
To find out what its like to be a creep
What we say when we speak
Is not always how we truly think
Things are not said in ink
The things we say can be a link
But those are completely out of sync
And all can be lost in a blink
Ways into things that don't seem to deserve
All of things that cannot be in a serve
But what can be explained by a verb
Set up by a distortion of the herb
What we do to not care about the exclude
Is the reverse of whatever is new
Although, we go through and through
To show its all part of how it grew
Into more than we what knew could be true
On the beach as I lay
I think about my previous dismay
And wonder what to say
As if I could ever portray
The gratitude I feel each day
And the sorrow on the tray
That kills in such a special way
i was thinking about the show on M.T.V. the Real World. This show is the exact opposite of the real world. its 7 or 8 kids that get chosen to live with one another. the show im talking about is the one set place in las vegas. these kids are treated
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