The color of my skin is fading,
I am drifting apart,
I am building walls and falls.
My Conscious is dimming,
Darkness is approaching,
A black man will die,
He will die, if he doesn't surrender,
He will die, if he falls asunder,
His foes will laugh,
And laugh more than enough,
My heart will bleed, and lack a lid.
So, please! Please!
Spare me the despair, black is thick!
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