Big Head has spoke;
You, I made something special
my gift to the gap which is present humanity
"Me" say over and over
me in the mist, me in the mix
I love you but I can not stand you.
"Me" as sweet as pollen gathering
is to honey combs. I would like you,
but you are too sweet.
The word "one" implies ownership,
and to own is to desire. In the code words
of we who ghetto: Everything is Everything!
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