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Do you see me? I do not need the sun. I like the night. Do you see them? They do not need the sun. They like the stars. One day when there is only night, I shall be the sun. I am the chosen one.
Me, Black Afro American Product of rape Product of hate Product of product; I reproduce in self hate; Me.   I sit in the front of the bus.
I stole pack a cigs from the store I took off for the chase No weapons on me by any chance My homeboy running with me we got away Then we see a cop so stop Nerves running down my body
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