N**** Spirituals
the time when pedophiles come out
are 10 mins away , its ten O Clock - do you know where your peace is ?
protect yourself wisely .
place the white sheet over your head slowly
allow your eyes to bulge out in fear
let the black man run
run
run forrest run
forests never seemed so white
white seemed to ring bells of NRA and KKK
we're killing niggas slowly , see
those negro sprituals wont seem to be helping them now
now
its time to bow our heads and pray for those who lost their souls tonight
a negro family not to far from birmingham
they were the Johnsons
Harry was a tall man * chuclkes * , legs like cracked roots whipped lash by Hurricane Katrina winds
he didn't know the future would be so bright
red flames engulfed his sight
he couldn't breathe
moving effortless , he's effortlessly trying to breathe
" Breath Harry Breath"
he wheezes as he collapses on the kitchen floor
its stained of chicken and Jesus
sweet ol baby jesus
save us
from the demons that enthrough our insides
save me from the slurs I sling
and the ones I also sing
these nigga spirituals dont seem to get us out of Paris this time
please
save me from the gangs
take me away to the river where the water always ran cold
and beautiful
speak Harriet Tubman sotiries of lost feet and concealed ground
take me down by the valley
pick flowers, hold my hand
look into my eyes and tell me you love me
but how do you confront the man who is about to kill you
your ten minutes are up
you better run …
run as fast as you can
they're coming to get you
*chuckle*
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