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I Have a Dream

Martin Luther King, Jr.

In Search of Freedom

1968

to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm

stand

When you spoke it came to be
The mountains quake and the demons flee
You are the great great I am
I will praise You in the desert land

You are my

are endless rows
Of palms trees, adobe mansions
And scattered construction vehicles lining
The base of the
Santa Monica Mountains in the van, I
Sit

us
Cranes
Pandemic spawn like waypoints
Against Atlanta skylines
Lights Picasso pretty
Washing over people living on highways
In communities like we

much greater

And all the landmarks that I see
The grandest mountain, the fullest tree
Tedious reminders that I'm driving

And all the lands I've been

the listeners  
Uplifting message driven, with positive guidance 
For all representing the community right 
The best use of metaphors, wordplay, similes
In

mountains
This man has built the pavement, the foundation
This man is a pillar in his community and an even greater artist

faith electric, let it fuel the record spins
Say that shit again
Fifty beads on my necklace
Four-Forty days in the desert
Ten years spent feeling unspoken

Universal Soldiers

Killarmy

Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars

1997

quotes
Attack the wilderness like a virus
Planted with no anidotes
There is no immunity
Wagin war on the devil's community
Zero in and I catch a vision
I

down just like the gang

One hundred in my community before its on my neck
Been in Doha and Qatar was in the desert speaking French
Got a baddie want

Well it's hot in the desert by day
And at night it's freezing cold
A perfect place for the fickle soul

From the ground comes a bubbling brew

low around our mountain desert
This community endeavors to give its children something better
A team effort, build a treehouse in which all seekers can

closer, I witness the ballet of colours unfolding beneath the clouds. Golden deserts stretch out like an artist's canvas, their undulating dunes holding

Whose voice is this, that is over the water?
That thunders and shakes the mountains and plains
Whose voice is this, which skips cross the desert

Where could I run from your spirit
Where can I hide from your love
No matter where I go
There you are

If I climb the highest mountain
Or descend

Straight rage up in the air
Nigga speakin' but don't know
My mind already there
In my head I see all red
My clouds of pain and mountains of hurt
Sea