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Real talk is a language the masses don't understand, Like the clicks spoken by tribes on African lands,It reaches the ears of the elder men, but modern day man is to foolish comprehend,So as a wise word falls upon a an ignorant ear,My eye verbally sheds a single bloody tear,Tears are words that your mouth can't speak,My heart is hurtin an it just started to leak,The love, Its only a matter of time before I'm am too weak,To continue, livin life in such a forsaking venue,Where survival is the only meal that's on menu