Identity

Location

Ever since creation our ultimate goal

was to become

Neglected

Individuals

Gracefully

Giving

Everybody

Remarkable

Soul

Black skin 

eyes made of Gold

with 1 promise to keep and a bible to hold

trees we were hung from are used to make the textbooks often

textbooks are recycled and turned into our regret filled coffins

regret that will one day turn into hope

that we will escape the poverty and the scent of dope

and will be replaced by the ability to cope

with the hope.

that one day we will all become bigger

and be

Horrible

Untamed

Men

Also known as

Niggers

-Dre Perry

Comments

Chebrya

Whoaaa.* fingersnaps. Rythm & the rest

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