God is my witness.
I think that-
She's watching over me
As I recite,
Breaking my vocals,
Telling you
Ain't no salvation
Without truth.
As they stood the
Telling you
Traditions are for fools,
And that's true
Cause To them it was new
they were less clued,
hence they were so puffed up
Trying to rip us
Apart from our own origin
You young foes never knew.

These Ungrateful Negros
Wiped away their own,
Just to fit in-
To this thin
White sketched
World
Bombarded with hatred
And a bias society
Only serve the minority
the white community
Not us the inky
Freaks.

Let me finish my craft
As I'm mission ed
To describe his love
Over us
Human kind.
He's the,
Hence I'm always sad
But in the end
I smile like a lunatic
Bliss fed sunnymoon
You find it cute
Over a tooth-smile
But so terribly pieced in side.
Fool me,
Fool you
I play cards too
like a Chief,
I think
Before I do
But as a human being
Sometimes I slip
Off a cliff,
But he grabs my wrist
And smile.
She's my witness
To my unseen weakness,
The sickness
I catch from over doing things-
Like over questioning
His presences.

Because she is the
But I'm unable to prove it
Though he is.
And please
Give him a chance
To love you
Like a mother.

As he loves me.
Cause she does love me.



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