Ba ba black man
wandering the flaming sun/
Why do you choose to smear the night?
is it that you're too sour for truth and light? /
What’s your guilt?
why running from the sanctuary your ancestors built? /
Traveler beneath my country’s fire-rain
off to the backyard and heave my pain/
If you deem freedom to be tons of dollar
come swing ***** of dust into the eyes of your mother/
Life of a dark traveler isn’t a small joke
so don’t you find my words a suffocating smoke/
— The End —