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My good brother It's time to talk to the people It's a war going on outside they got us isolated But it's time to wake up, no more hibernatin' Hyperbolic time chamber before quarantine It was all a dream, that's a horror scene Wake up in a mask, time moving real slow Everything was fast, praying that my bills froze Somethin' 'bout the heat up, tryna clean the street up Lot of time on my hands, bro, pull a beat up Supermarket lines, we could meet up Freedom in this food, closing up schools, history repeat us Days gettin' longer, nights gettin' colder World still spinnin' as the kids get older Momma love to say, "Everything will be fine" So I read books, write poetry, try to ease my mind Before bloodclaat noon From Letras Mania