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Frustration


Living in a world where i'm frowned upon Simply for being black the only thing the World can see me doing is dead, locked up, Or selling crack but that simply just ain't the facts The blacker the soil the more the plant will grow The greater the darkness the more you inspire My light to show brainwashing the black Generations despite the potential they've been Given they lack determination you've been Destined for greatness so why the hesitation Momma don't care no father figure lacking the Family foundations all this information seems Redundant if so why my people ain't prospering In abundance sick of this racial downfall we not Suppose to be putting others down instead 1st base Picking you up like a ground ball only 5'5 and I Stand tall sick of this discrimination it's like I'm by Myself this is my frustration
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SMpoet
Racism...like 2Pac said, "the darker the flesh, the deeper the rules."

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