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Jan 29
Figured I'd write myself a note, but then I seen it was more, a million souls who doubt theyself, dreams that won't be explored, they say it's not about a race, but why did Emit get killed, another time, another place, I might of been Emit Till, I paint a picture with these words, take a look, and then capture, paint a picture like proverbs, for all the crooks that been captured, they say it's rare to hear the truth, I can't condone or pretend, damn it's so rare to hear the truth, that it's unknown to most men, no other way but revolution, just stay steady or try, born as a seed of revolution, born ready to die, if I rebuild what I destroyed, can I pray for amends, if we rebuild and then destroy, can our boys become men?
@Andre Thomas
