At the Top of my Lungs

This might trip you out but this is what I sing
There is no difference between you and me
No special religion or coloring
Makes you more man, more real, more free
I’m screaming, yelling, whilst hanging from trees
That you and I are only I are only us is only me
I have nothing you have nothing except the ability to breathe
This might trip you out but this is what I sing
That penises and vaginas are not separate things
Puzzle pieces, locks and keys, carbon based imaginings
No hairstyle or neighborhood
Makes you more valuable or more human being
The fighting can cease, the fighting should end
Between brown and light brown, women and men
Listen to me shrieking, hollering crying
that love made us, love is us and it is all that exists
This might trip you out but this is exactly what I mean
That you and I are only I are only us is only me.

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