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True Killers


i see yall fightin,its lookin like the end is near/you raise to hate the white man but blacks doin all da killin here/you were raised to be a racist but didn’t even know it/you found one way to escape this you tried to be a poet/but then you had to quit cuz they were all depressing/your mind was expanding but all your thoughts were compressing/you had no way of escaping then you start contemplating/suicide cuz u cant get out of this pain and misery/all your life you been stuck in poverty/known as the poor race cuz of your ways of life/you do those things in life jus to get it right/but if you don’t get things your way people tend to get angry/and fight away destroy your own race/you gotta stop before its too late/before the kids on the block pick a glock and spill kool-aid.


by soulofpac94




submitted May 18th, 2010 at 9:44am

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