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The system controlling or minds by celling our dreams
Selling No Martin No Luther, what’s the price of a King
There are no fairytale, yet libraries cannot unbook a shelf
Feed us a storyline, force feeding believing nothing’s left
The only ship sailing, that can be indentified is hard
Same hood, same block, same rock different charge
Remember steel black, steal black, still black at the end
Pencil whipping a race, watching time clocked in the pen
Crew thick, paper thin, spending more time with the pen
Paying for the wrongs wonder how right would have been.
Ungrateful over much, amazing grace to black history
As Salaam Alaikum to all my brothers who just lack history.
