Black Face (Tribute to The Rose That Grew From Concrete)

Wed, 07/31/2013 - 13:30 -- DMC


A black face is all they see

They see black and think of evil and greed

But this is much more than just a black face to me

A philsopher, stroyteller a role model to me

Some people see the lighter side

And hate the sensitivity

Yet to be able to see both sides

Makes the better masterpiece

To see the half that went uncorrupt

Societys so called figure

Of what makes music just

But let freedom reign

Let the pure be untouched

For those thoughts are the truest

Without those thoughts you aren't left with much



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