We’re trying to save ourselves

We’re trying to save ourselves

For so long we’ve needed help

If there’s any help it’s coming now

Cause some of us don’t know how

We’re going to make it through a time without support

How to make it through a time without work

If God cared he’d intervene

He wouldn’t let us be homeless

You know what I mean

We’re still trying without any means

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Sitting up in my room

Sitting up in my room

Trying to get away from you

I got those corona blues

Can’t go outside

Never know what might

Happen if you go into those corona blues

So I’m sitting up in my room

Running away from the corona blues

I’m looking for peace

But all I do is think

Think about what it will be like

When I can do whatever I like

But for now I’m sitting up in my room

With the corona blues

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Stress is like sliced bread

Stress is the only place I’ve lived

I’ve only lived when I didn’t have anymore to give

Sometimes I wonder what it would be

If I didn’t have this stress you see

I imagine living in a place where people are good to me

I imagine living in a place where people aren’t so insecure

But then I snap back to reality

And I see the stress that I always see

I guess at some point I should get used to it

If everything goes wrong anytime I speak to one of these

I might as well get used to living on my knees

But really I’ve been down so long

Everything looks like up to me

Anytime anything goes right I’m wondering if it’s really my life

Sometimes we’re stuck in a place where we’re alone

But I’ve always been on my own

Things go better when I know that the devil lives on my heels

If he didn’t I don’t think I’d be real

But everything is still looking up to me because what I’ve been through I couldn’t even put it into words you see

I’m sure someone understands how it feels to be left out of the creators good plans

I’m good at seeing the bad side of every man

The only way I get to know anyone is because of some good in my life that must be undone

The devil is busy and he always wins in my life

Maybe next time God will get it right

He does make mistakes

Or likes playing games

Because I’m tired of moving lanes

I’ve got to keep moving

No place is my home

So every year I begin to roam

Traje amor

It’s worth fighting for

Its worth fighting for

Traje el Amor

Does it matter who it’s for

Traje el Amor

Does it matter who it’s for

Welcome to snowville

Land of so much fun

I’m bouto make them hittas run

Sometimes we got to be the one

To show them we can’t be outdone

Its worth fighting for

Traje amor

Its worth fighting for

Traje el Amor

Does it matter who it’s for

Traje el Amor

I’m throwing snow everywhere

So you better be prepared

They tryna gas us up

But we know it’s not enough

We’re waiting on no one

We already waited a ton

Its worth fighting for

Traje amor

Its worth fighting for

Traje el Amor

Does it matter who it’s for

Traje el Amor

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Discussion of Glitch by Toasha Jiordiano

Toasha describes the glitch world in a way that makes you see it, feel it, and smell it. Glitch takes you to an apocalyptic world where people are searching for ways to get a chip or get rid of one even if it causes pain, but somehow Synta finds hope. She has hope for her family but hope may not enough.

We always hear stories of people in apocalyptic worlds that are trying to leave the old ways behind, but the people in Glitch are trying to keep some of that technology. People astonishingly steal and recycle chips. But most think they have the chips for good reason even if they could glitch.

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