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Because I don't have the time to be solely defined by colour or race. Or my lack of religion or any such faith. It's just not my problem: you choose to turn your hurt into hate It's a universal solitary struggle my brutha - handle yours, it soon waste. Koz I love my passion and my spice And my language that breathes life, Into me and that's who I is and will continue to grow into being. If I get the time koz the man keeps tryin' to stop me at the sight of my race???!?!! What an inane battle and human disgrace.
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
I will have my cake and eat it
Because I don't have the time to be solely defined by colour or race. Or my lack of religion or any such faith. It's just not my problem: you choose to turn your hurt into hate It's a universal solitary struggle my brutha - handle yours, it soon waste. Koz I love my passion and my spice And my language that breathes life, Into me and that's who I is and will continue to grow into being. If I get the time koz the man keeps tryin' to stop me at the sight of my race???!?!! What an inane battle and human disgrace.
quisha
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
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