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I am tired of being black, Oh—excuse me, should I lie? Okay, well then golly gee ‘brotha’, for this blackness I am most willing to die Oh, ‘brotha’ how much longer must I wear this mask? Where is Dunbar so we can? But don’t worry, man. This world won’t be "over-wise" Cause our skin’s got all the power to hypnotize When they see this skin, they just gon’ shift the blame As ign’int slaves is how we done got our fame I am tired of being black I am tired of being black, Oh—excuse me, should I lie? Okay, well then golly gee ‘brotha’, for this blackness I am most willing to die
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
Remove the Mask
I am tired of being black, Oh—excuse me, should I lie? Okay, well then golly gee ‘brotha’, for this blackness I am most willing to die Oh, ‘brotha’ how much longer must I wear this mask? Where is Dunbar so we can? But don’t worry, man. This world won’t be "over-wise" Cause our skin’s got all the power to hypnotize When they see this skin, they just gon’ shift the blame As ign’int slaves is how we done got our fame I am tired of being black I am tired of being black, Oh—excuse me, should I lie? Okay, well then golly gee ‘brotha’, for this blackness I am most willing to die
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21/F/Canada
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
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