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Feb 2017
I dont care

About the length of your hair

The clothes you wear

The color of your skin

Hell my own people hate me

Just cause I listen to rock

Watch the time

Even when it doesn't tock

Even listening to rock

Letting people judge me from my skin

Instead of the actions

I display myself within

Brown, black, white,

Orange, red,

The color of the dead

Your human to me

Heart, soul and mind

Are all you need

Just allow me to plant the seed

Look at yourself

Your human

Blood as red as the wine that stains your rumen

As you intoxicate yourself from reality

All because you fear the grand fatality
I'm a human, but yet I am more.
Death
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Death  Jackson
(Jackson)   
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   jdotingham and James
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