friends are the people in our lives that inspire our art and depict our souls

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my door is broken

When you jiggle its handle

It creaks and sings

The hinges fall

And the door it springs

Open 

Open for you 

to enter and stay

Open for you

To enter and pray

My door its broken 

The lock no use

Cuz when you knock

My door just moves

locked and loaded

Ur locs are golden

Hanging wild

Hiding ur smile

Holding ur memories

Holding ur pedigree

not dreadful or cold

delightful and bold

an essence of more

more than meets the eye

More than walking by

sit and stare 

sit and share

the lines that lead

the scars that bleed 

a feeling u produce

a feeling u induce

patterns of envy

past hurts and endings

swinging free

let them be

ur coat of armor

building an art fo