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I’m not gone talk about Kobe dying in a helicopter crash, I’m not gone talk about Chad, as he lays the same as his egyptain ancestors, crossed arms, embezzled in a tomb, waiting to cross into the afterlife, nah, I’m not gone talk about Father John, meaning John Thompson, who had me thinking Georgetown was the most gangsta HBCU, he was the reason I started wearing grey and blue, see skip all that, I’m not gone talk about George Floyd either, or the eight minutes and forty six seconds, just let me go off for about three minutes, with a grace period of maybe ten seconds, cause see corona may have taken the world by storm, but they have trying to eradicate this virus called my Blackness for multiple centuries now, they took all precautions, wearing masks, made of white cotton with two eye slots so when they seen us in public, it was six feet minimum, stay away from the s, we have to keep our social distance because if they achieve social justice, we can no longer focus on just us, but Im sorry, I said I wasnt gonna talk about 2020, I’m not gone tell you that I spit more fiya than what erupted out of the Minneapolis police station, I’m not gonna tell you that I stopped watching orange is the new black, because of that orange piece of in the white house, I’m not gone holla out Black Lives Matter, because if I have to tell you that my life matters, then you never gave a *** about it to begin with, I’m not gone talk about the Lakers winning the ship, in the bubble, because Brenna bubble was burst, on March 13th, which ironically was Friday the 13th, but even Jason couldn’t have scripted a horror flick of this magnitude, Rated R, for explicit language and violent content, they are content on shooting us down, in our own homes, no knock knock, who’s there, just pop pop, black hair, brown skin, whitey for the win, another one gone, and to rub this in like eraser marks on ***ed up homework, we’ll charge the officer for all the shots that he missed, see 2020, I’m sorry, but you are the that isn’t even worthy of my , you are the poet spitting no higher than a 7.6 but the one idiot in the crowd gives you a 10, you are my credit card inserted at the counter for a PS5 but I can’t remember my ***ing pin, and ***, I’m still up here paying you attention even when I said you couldn’t buy my time, so why can’t you just go away, why are you making us suffer, but ***, I said I was done talking bout this mutha***a, I’m not gone tell you that even though the olympics were cancelled, black people are still running for our ***ing lives, not gone tell you that our IG versus battles have nothing on poor minorites vs. wealthy white guys, neither am I gonna tell you when Black women say “Im speaking,” you shut it the *** up, but most of all, 2020, I wish you would shut the *** down
