Blacks To Breathe
The life of a man shouldn't differ No matter his color His pigmentation or shade Whatever name you want to go for A stick and a stone To shatter his bones Simply because he is darker No other factor He had a dream But it didn't last long Just as a dragonfly After its offsprings have sprung Others will live it for him But the cycle Is just that And their lives Will be treated like horse scat Even though They shade it in white And put it in a bun The way that we're seen Shouldn't be at all For what does it profit a man That takes another man's fall It is noble But it isn't If that man is heard singing a completely different song I won't be able to breathe If my neck is stuck under a knee For nothing I did wrong
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