20s an 30s

Those
20s
On
And those brags rite
Those 30s
on
Aint nothing lite
Sit
Leaser minded
Baby they gone
Sad sit
But their death is beneath all of us
Held together by their folk
Birth another nation
In their tears we seem solid
Move all of us
Changes
The color of clouds
Do you feel the strength 
No sound of realizations 
Im down
Portrait me now
Turn your back too me
Ill with the low ball
So many faces
Honey
All family