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Remember Wesley’s Theory. Remember they haven’t taught you everything. And no one actually gives anything For Free. Don’t take it and expect to give nothing back. They will beat it out of you. Spit back King Kunta even though you’ll feel nothing like royalty. Google Institutionalized. The first example reads, The danger of discrimination becoming Institutionalized. Maybe they didn’t want to flat out say racism? And instead pretend like u won’t try to climb over These Walls. You in Trumps America now boy, everything ain’t just gonna be Alright. You might wake up tomorrow, sign chained to your ankles, “For Sale”. Momma never warned you. At least you don’t remember, you haven’t talked lately. You never understood Hood Politics, found yourself on the wrong block Too much change in your pocket tryna to figure out How Much a Dollar Cost But the Complexion of your currency ain’t quite correct cuz That’s when you realize The Blacker the Berry, the less like you. You Ain’t Gotta Lie, you like where you are now. Starting to think i belong and **** But remember, even though you know how to **** a Butterfly, you’re just a Mortal Man.
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Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
How To **** a Butterfly
Remember Wesley’s Theory. Remember they haven’t taught you everything. And no one actually gives anything For Free. Don’t take it and expect to give nothing back. They will beat it out of you. Spit back King Kunta even though you’ll feel nothing like royalty. Google Institutionalized. The first example reads, The danger of discrimination becoming Institutionalized. Maybe they didn’t want to flat out say racism? And instead pretend like u won’t try to climb over These Walls. You in Trumps America now boy, everything ain’t just gonna be Alright. You might wake up tomorrow, sign chained to your ankles, “For Sale”. Momma never warned you. At least you don’t remember, you haven’t talked lately. You never understood Hood Politics, found yourself on the wrong block Too much change in your pocket tryna to figure out How Much a Dollar Cost But the Complexion of your currency ain’t quite correct cuz That’s when you realize The Blacker the Berry, the less like you. You Ain’t Gotta Lie, you like where you are now. Starting to think i belong and **** But remember, even though you know how to **** a Butterfly, you’re just a Mortal Man.
Italics are songs from "To **** a Butterfly"
khalif
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Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
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