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I AM NOT ASHAMED TO SAY THAT I AM IN PAIN !
Last night I cried for the oppressed and the depressed.
My torrent of tears, my torrent of condescending tears,
Dilapidated my plentiful amount of Kleenex
Leaving me perplexed.
Vexed! I grasped my black pen, put it in full effect in retrospect.
Of the painful thoughts that clouded my head,
Instead of going to bed.
Dead! A brother is dead from a pig's lead,
A child needs to be fed families left in the red.
He ain't done no wrong to nobody!
What about his family?
Morality! Hah! Most police ain't got none.
Pulling triggers on a gun
Even on the young , cause they think it's fun
Having brothers on the run until their lives are done.
But! One day the pig will pay, he will be taken,
And fried like bacon.
Oh! You think I'm cruel now, it's like colonial rule now
GENOCIDE, INFANTICIDE, entrenching on my sense of pride.
I hate to see a mother crying,
When her baby lies dead, in the cemetery,
Picture in the obituary very very, involuntarily,
Contrarily to those of us who strive to stay alive
I am CRYING. Can't you see that the race is dying?
- Oni