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I can't sleep When I think about Your ruthless race of men You could say That I'm just bitter But hear me tf out- They've said, The respected among you, That I inherently Think I'm supposed to be Stupid They've said That my skin Causes Irrational and violent Aggressive Hypersexual behavior You've believed them Because Let's fuckin' face it- You trust each other Ugh But I'm Just playing The RACE CARD Ya know? The worn-out card I've had since birth That works so well At what? I'm not sure... My coloring Has earned me praise For "rising above" Above what? I'll tell you: Rising above The white opinion Of what is real And what is fact And becoming what THEY see As an anomaly Huh. My RACE CARD Is full of punches Redeemable for A lifetime of ***** looks Why do I do this, again? Oh, yeah- I'm angry I'm angry at Rick I'm angry at Stephen I'm angry at Jim I'm angry at Donald But that's natural Like the Fact that I'm Less Evolved Less Intelligent Less Civilized Naturally Black-on-black crime Is out of control In this country! Pull up your pants And take care of your children! But I **** white boys To the dismay of proud sisters That don't ask me why Here's why: They are e a s y And w e a k And I don't mind Seizing my ******* And their self-esteem Because they know Who's ******* who By the end of the night Their ***** Are MY s l a v e s My **** Is their M A S T E R Truly, this is ¡JUSTICE! I will think on my Hypersexual conquest My feast of white flesh With triumph! The only victories I claim And I Will sleep Less
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
Sleep Less
I can't sleep When I think about Your ruthless race of men You could say That I'm just bitter But hear me tf out- They've said, The respected among you, That I inherently Think I'm supposed to be Stupid They've said That my skin Causes Irrational and violent Aggressive Hypersexual behavior You've believed them Because Let's fuckin' face it- You trust each other Ugh But I'm Just playing The RACE CARD Ya know? The worn-out card I've had since birth That works so well At what? I'm not sure... My coloring Has earned me praise For "rising above" Above what? I'll tell you: Rising above The white opinion Of what is real And what is fact And becoming what THEY see As an anomaly Huh. My RACE CARD Is full of punches Redeemable for A lifetime of ***** looks Why do I do this, again? Oh, yeah- I'm angry I'm angry at Rick I'm angry at Stephen I'm angry at Jim I'm angry at Donald But that's natural Like the Fact that I'm Less Evolved Less Intelligent Less Civilized Naturally Black-on-black crime Is out of control In this country! Pull up your pants And take care of your children! But I **** white boys To the dismay of proud sisters That don't ask me why Here's why: They are e a s y And w e a k And I don't mind Seizing my ******* And their self-esteem Because they know Who's ******* who By the end of the night Their ***** Are MY s l a v e s My **** Is their M A S T E R Truly, this is ¡JUSTICE! I will think on my Hypersexual conquest My feast of white flesh With triumph! The only victories I claim And I Will sleep Less
cydneysomething
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34/F/Portland, OR
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
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