compensating for the loss at hand i stand high but my soul is still crawling on the beach sand/ getting dirty getting pinched by black lobsters and stepped on by white kids/ told to leave places just cuz of the color of my skin/ my closest kin wiped out at age sweet 16/ now theres sorrows on sorrows packed in my heart like sardines/ let somebody else cross me without a gun/ blazing the heater b4 they kill my only son/ i aint having no more pain/ i cant stand by no longer never wanna see my blood die again/ so i stay vilagent to protect what is mine/ malign in my approach and refined in the techniques of time/ i wont be fooled by words or fake flattery from within/ charm gets u dead just ask my patrilineal kin/
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