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Our mainly foes, hold on hoes to lift the lows and bargain life on how it goes. That's how Dolly see's the world. The indifference of the society clarifying the docket, of nobody higher, communism rules in exeptance of Dolly's energy and power. She does music but no kind of slum can hear her consciousness. The sun to smile and moon to smoke; How infinite sonnets live everytime we write, Minds like MCs casting souls; no movement, no change... Communal instabilities, Why? Because we don't do it for popularity Art is cursed Dolly is the bread yet the glucose is forever present to raise the problem. We're all seized to see; to live beyond the limit of all ends for it is a Marxism theory if we are all one like a Rastafarian root.