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My life and my history pages are one and the same
The lifelines on these pages cut short by my heritage split in half like my name where the ending describes who's property I am
Found the evil in black before I could read clocks so I learned the hell in dark secrets before I overstood that my fingers could turn back the hands of time using one fist
English ushered in the sacred teachings of political correctness, I adopted an accent because the bass in my tone was all too terrifying to others
Hip hop gave me the angst to speak my mind in my head so my expression gave off the reflection of how gritty my mind was frowning
I became an icon for tall tees and baggy jeans when really it was out of necessity, I played my music really loud hoping it would drown out my reality
Economic distress drove my parents apart so our little wishing well fares afforded us a spot in the quarters of section eight
Sixty Five Watts gave black power to dim lightbulbs and we charged the the country with treason for locking up the plugs yet supplying the outlets
We lived lucid in California dreams where we rose from our wounded knees and destiny manifested as sleep walking in an Amerikkkan horror
