Riot in the street
Zion in my mind
No matter who they beat
They will never find
The piece cloaked in my soul
That lends me self control
And ease of peace a whole
Breeze of seizeless rows
One is wonder and I think
I have freedom there behind
One is Southern and I think
That it brings a greed to mind
One is other, one is sun
One is unborn, things to come
All these rows, leave out none
Of identities overcome
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