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first I was negro stolen from the land of my people thrown from my throne like animals forced into a cot - tin field in the land where I was no longer part of the African people but a slave with a lie as name
What was my crime officer? That led to you pulling that trigger? Was my crime pulling my wallet too fast? Did I not raise my hands in the air fast enough?
Two begin, one no greater than the other Life begins, and one man is called a brother No longer like kin, the other joins a fraternity Enforcing the ladder of social hierarchy
The weight of the winter weather catches my breath in a smothering haze,
Laid to rest by a dishonest hand, that day we lost another man from life and struggles that we face