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There is much work to do Among the strong Willing and able Enabled by God to think Blinked at the challenge To Survive They wonder How I stay alive In my stride Alive Just the thought of it Gets me high See I must thrive Programmed to despise Ghettoized and traumatized Systematically paralyzed Circumcised With razor sharp teeth Are you surprised Not me I’ve see the glory In the comings of Europe My spirit can’t be shook Clever souls knew To do what ever it took Keep a blind Over your third eye Not for I, but So they can’t see your light Or obstacle your fight Break down your might They’ve already confiscated Your right Your life Boned your wife Turned some of the kids light More stuff over which we fight So with all of our might There is much work to do Now I don’t know about you But for me Well, I got a plan For all of man, and woman For those who are like me Who see in degrees You know, like in 3D See, fools see flat It’s as simple as that They speak of me Exaggerating But my tongue only Speaks in facts They tell me to move on But they perpetuated the act Most times, solely, Because I am black And so. . . Yes! It is about ‘that’! The land in which we live Was fertilized on that So I guess that's why it is And will always be about that!
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