Notes to Beauty | 7th Graders Compete with Slam Poem
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Free your mind, by Owenzo
03:33
Free your mind, by Owenzo

Free Youyr Mind, by Owenzo, produced by Yung Reggie

Goncalo Sousa, Rain
01:00
Goncalo Sousa, Rain

Goncalo Sousa, Rain

Reel Me In, by Sue Ballingall
03:25
Reel Me In, by Sue Ballingall

Reel Me In, by Sue Ballingall

BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
03:46
BROOKLYNN - i hate it here

On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here

Free your mind, by Owenzo
03:33
Free your mind, by Owenzo

Free Youyr Mind, by Owenzo, produced by Yung Reggie


Goncalo Sousa, Rain
01:00
Goncalo Sousa, Rain

Goncalo Sousa, Rain


Reel Me In, by Sue Ballingall
03:25
Reel Me In, by Sue Ballingall

Reel Me In, by Sue Ballingall


BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
03:46
BROOKLYNN - i hate it here

On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here