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The overlying theme of this generation Is veneration for people practicing subjugation over other nations Private socials are the new public places Where they run from other faces Just to fake feel the safest While they make racist statements Acting out like cavemen But somehow claim a falsified sense of sophistication Irony resulting from a lack of education Little white lies to fill the empty black spaces Over saturated pale faces for replacement The only history they have lacks origination Dissatisfied with their own situations They'd buy your black skin if it was worth their down payment Hypocritical to a sense literal Coincidental how the long arm of the law Tends to bend the rules And grade the 'colored' on a curve Being vain, with their emotions hues change So it's easy to see who has the nerve Claiming ties to land they've never been from Accomplishing feats and mastering the weather was one Makes you wonder how'd the pyramids ever get done While shedding skin, getting burnt and turning red in the sun What a creature...
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
Nature of the Caucasoid
The overlying theme of this generation Is veneration for people practicing subjugation over other nations Private socials are the new public places Where they run from other faces Just to fake feel the safest While they make racist statements Acting out like cavemen But somehow claim a falsified sense of sophistication Irony resulting from a lack of education Little white lies to fill the empty black spaces Over saturated pale faces for replacement The only history they have lacks origination Dissatisfied with their own situations They'd buy your black skin if it was worth their down payment Hypocritical to a sense literal Coincidental how the long arm of the law Tends to bend the rules And grade the 'colored' on a curve Being vain, with their emotions hues change So it's easy to see who has the nerve Claiming ties to land they've never been from Accomplishing feats and mastering the weather was one Makes you wonder how'd the pyramids ever get done While shedding skin, getting burnt and turning red in the sun What a creature...
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
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