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We are all in a race.

Me being caught up in theory of last place.

Tail chasing cause my pace.

Constantly profiled and judged by my race.

It's life's issues we face.

This traces, backspaces the nations relations from Indian to Asian, the haters everlast in stations, my people discracing, questions leading only to stupidity on one's face when face to facing

Taking on the design given that's formed off political segregation, abusive household relations.

Women constantly dating.

Trying to find that love, God given, that's been taken.

Phone calls driven to early contimplations.

High enhaced. I won't stop! Keep it simplistic.

I promise I'm not addicted.

Only conflicted by superstition, curesd by non-fiction tradition of ignorant women driven by jealousy while already in this hell hole prison.

 I sin but never again will I practice the traditions of societies segregated religions.

Always forgiven by God and yet I know you'll judge me.

Typical move,

I get that even from those who love me too.

Who am I too complain? Even Jesus crossed lanes with ugly.

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