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Erdicate Me Not
I be like that single blade of grass, every time I stand man they cut me down real fast... They continue breaking me and taking me away from my splendor and majesty... Vivid memories of Amistad odysies
Marvin sang a song ' what's going on' in a large percentage of the black community the same ol song... We neglect our families, betray our homies, oblivious to civil rights memories-Martin passed the torch but most remain dormant cause out brain is scorched... see Martin didn't travel all the way to Selma and DC for us to b in vain.
Against all odds misery said I'd die, but I lived-considered an abnormal child dwelled beneath the utterparts of the earth for a while, wow! Against all odds. Against all odds powerless became powerful, debilitating became soulful, depravity became hopeful, darkness became colorful. Against all odds I championed the ghettos, hell holes, of the most crucial life...
What Is this I see... longed for friend who appears to see me... He has traveled by the way of blue - this is my pleasant friend jay who sings but speaks not, he's been acting this way for centuries it is nothing new
I hate you in the moment of transition... Can't even stand when you obtain a new position. Love to see you cry.... Don't even like the excelling of friends of mine. I hate to see you shine, despise it when you move on...I'm Jealousee - this what I got going on
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.
In My Vivid
Oh how I love to love ya... As beautiful as an acromatic dove, sent from above... As redolent as an azalea can't tarry on the moment to smell ya
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Erdicate Me Not
I be like that single blade of grass, every time I stand man they cut me down real fast... They continue breaking me and taking me away from my splendor and majesty... Vivid memories of Amistad odysiesRead the full of Erdicate Me Not