Prefabricatings of an onlooker -his surmise of me-' a looser'. No silver spoons or bright blue moons. In his own country, hood-Burrough he's conceived into poverty and pessimism. He illustrates agonized realism. Years of schism and racism has he known. A rap sheet of tattered down hand me downs and lies... His life orders frolics and laughter to conclusively cry- halfbreed welfare recipient, Negro to poor to dream. labled indigent-it aint that bad... He's jus been had by the political scheme pinned down like the untamed. Do you know my name? Freedom remains by far unconstrained, our
Plateaus r not the same
.. wisdom proceeds through knowledge and strain
.. Not fame! I'll cling to my nest until the time is right - like an eagle I'll soar to unimaginable heights
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