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They cut us
Like suicide pacts they give us rusty razors to cut ourselves straight down the arm letting our arteries leak out
And if we don't die from blood loss the infection will take us from this land
They assist in our deaths like the way of the samurai
Telling us to cut at the waist and expose our bowels as they cut our heads from our bodies kneeling
They poison our food with things we cannot taste and call it comfort
They make all things good for us expensive and everything else is on the dollar menu making us sick one dollar at a time
What is our worth?
Our melanin is sold by the ounce and our organs are given to the rich so the poor die to give more
What will be next?
We need to separate ourselves from the personifications of death and rework our path so we may live the true way
It's our time...
