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Some little Mister is rapping her in the alley                   Some little drug is taking control of body and soul Some little violence is beating her to the ground Some little government is leaving her with a rumbling tummy           Some little society is making her hang on dangling lynchies Some little education is robbing her from knowledge Some little protection force is shooting bullets at her     Some little old man is whistling at her voluptous curves Some little father figure is stabbing her heart and sliting her throat Some little tinted van is taking her on unwilling journeys Some little  black booted men are storming in her home killing her family. Watching the future generation perishing right in front of my  wracking windows
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
DYING GENERATION
Some little Mister is rapping her in the alley                   Some little drug is taking control of body and soul Some little violence is beating her to the ground Some little government is leaving her with a rumbling tummy           Some little society is making her hang on dangling lynchies Some little education is robbing her from knowledge Some little protection force is shooting bullets at her     Some little old man is whistling at her voluptous curves Some little father figure is stabbing her heart and sliting her throat Some little tinted van is taking her on unwilling journeys Some little  black booted men are storming in her home killing her family. Watching the future generation perishing right in front of my  wracking windows
monesha-maramwidze
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
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