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Ides of summer waiver the rights of women,
Cries of cells regret the sinning,
Lambs being sheared for the wool of their hair,
Slaughter directed for the majority share,
This is the train the welfare produce,
Borders of men that cant commune,
U know that I have committed the church,
The blood in my eyes that surpass the dirt,
My source hears the prayers of the demonstrous green,
Raising the new generations’ team,
It is a future if U stop hiding,
Less be known as the biggest coward,
I may not get to see how this falls,
But the hardest try hard for the crazy balls,
And it is a success to be captured for fun,
But a tremendous loss for the exposing sun,
I hate to write this but U know very well,
The privilege of being black when U cant really tell,
Frustrating isn’t it to be in such a smart domain,
Certain for sure only time remains,
Careful your dreams don’t get mixed with an vane con,
A system U enforce to stay ahead of done,
U can take all your pleasures and cast them away,
My moon is blood and my moon I stay.
