To you, art is hidden
In waters, not deep
I know your language
Just cause I'm a creep
This art is the teather
For a mountain, steep
While you climb hills
Half awake, half asleep

I'll speak your language
If you cannot speak mine
Although, I need beauty
For this place to feel fine
Cause majority rules us
At this point in the line
So I surrender my banner
As a diverse, humble sign

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