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Skin Talk

In America my skin is my rope, every melinated fiber of  it , society stretches it around my throat. My enemies wear hatred like a coat.
 
My people became a American nightmare floating on a boat. Slavery was only emancipated, in the deceptions written in their quotes.  
 
Burning crosses lighting the images of evil laughing ghost.  Moses shouting let my people go, pharaoh said murder, every first born son, so their population would not grow.
 
My people shouting let  freedom  ring. And in trees in the summer breeze.Tearful ebony eyes watched freedom swing.  
 
Free at last thank God almighty I am free at last is the voice of a murder King.   
Listen closely to find out what I mean, to be black and awake in America, means we all could be dying for  a dream.  
 
   No justice no peace, pick it's signs became a crime,, the penalty face the water hoses and barking beast. My people on the road to freedom marching in the streets.  
 
Spit clubs and slugs, super man to black man, to animals niggers and thugs.
  Oh yeah they're sorry get over it, let's sweep history under the rug assimilate to live in hate and deprive yourself of love.  
 
What's going on has mankind lost his sight, I don't understand how the uncivilized can grant  another man civil rights..
 
I guess white eyes only see my dark skin so they can never see the light. I am spilling black truth, so why lies hate everything  that I write.
 
  I pray that I don't get assassinated for the words that I  recite.
Written by darkcloud68
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