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Inside, baptized with life in the ocean
Thereof, I came flowing down her
Loins screaming to be on the shores
Outside; unaware that from the womb
To the tomb, life can be hell for one
Born black—struggling from the cradle
To the grave—wishing you had been aborted.
Hey, but I’m like a child of the manger;
Blessed with the gifts of a lot of wise men
And women who have been waiting to direct
Me in the mission purpose I was born for.
So check it out and have no dumb damn doubt;
From the cradle to the grave—the womb to the
Tomb—
Systemic racism and snow-shadowed hued deviants
Are doomed!
And you, my sisters and brothers, are just like me;
Sent by the ancestors to continue setting us free,
So get on up and get out there and do our job; they
[Them] are still out there seeking our freedom to rob.
