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I was Black yesterday. Blackity, Black, Black, Black… On my way to work, with my ***** hair stenciled to my Crown. I was Breathing like Air was a Birthright And my shoes slapped the concrete Like a ***** Because the Rainbow isn’t Suicide Anymore I tread where my eagles congregate in perpetual sky- Above the Ghetto of my familiar rivals... Soaring in the Raiment Of a Particular Sun that never casts a Shadow Where my Brown Eyes kneel. I see the Light… and unleashed, I strut like a phantom- Your equal in all things… However suspect, When bombs go off at point blank range Invisible to Cabbies.
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 9:31 PM UTC
Because The Rainbow Isn’t Suicide Anymore
I was Black yesterday. Blackity, Black, Black, Black… On my way to work, with my ***** hair stenciled to my Crown. I was Breathing like Air was a Birthright And my shoes slapped the concrete Like a ***** Because the Rainbow isn’t Suicide Anymore I tread where my eagles congregate in perpetual sky- Above the Ghetto of my familiar rivals... Soaring in the Raiment Of a Particular Sun that never casts a Shadow Where my Brown Eyes kneel. I see the Light… and unleashed, I strut like a phantom- Your equal in all things… However suspect, When bombs go off at point blank range Invisible to Cabbies.
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 9:31 PM UTC
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