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The walls are closing in
Your mind is wearing thin
The dark has cast you out
The sun can’t see you now

The walls are closing in
You’re blood is

strings to get attached (oh yes)
Black diamonds are the hardest ones
The thought of it just gets me rough

As they tell in the tribe of the old sage
No

and a half staring you right in the face.
Some families of brutal victims should be a shame. Seems like black lives matter only good for personal gain.

came in with a blocked out view
Just thinking of you
Tryna live and break through
Stay
Wanna go
Wanna drink
Wanna smoke
With you
I wanna give
Even if
I'm

trends every day but don't never get no pair of Vans
What the fuck is an advance?
Niggas live on colored people time
What the fuck is in advance?
Tsh,

The Black Plague

Eric Burdon & the Animals

Winds of Change

1967

will travel
(bring out your dead)
A woman in black cries
As the deathly procession passes by
And monks moan en masse
Ohohohohohoh
(gregorian

America's nightmare
Young, black and just don't give a fuck
I just wanna get high and live it up
So fuck a 9 to 5 and whitey tryin' to slave us (fuck them)

clear
Don't be a bot and live in fear

You didn't know that the Lights were here
We come in black brown yellow and a slice of queer
I'm talking strong

Have struck me down from where I stood
But you
Could see
The same intentions live in me
I wanna be by your side
And walk those shadows that you cast
But

poisoned world infects
The land we desire
We’re not only unable to stop them
But we are the flames of their fire
We live and die in a grave
Dug by ourselves

please
Name and occupation: Aes, I twidddle thumbs with underlings
Orange eyes, head shrunk, age: a million, sex: drugs
Barrel in escorted by a chorus line

matter where my life will go
I'll build new shoes to walk in
The sun keeps on casting pitch black shadows
But I will step into the void
All surrounded by

women pray for sun
Their faces chiseled with despair
Men's hands are reaching out for guns 
Searching for triggers in the air
The puddles spread like ugly

Believers in the the old world, 
Creating disorder
We rhyme bout the way things are,
Can't sign to a new world order

Live by the pen die by my pen now.

Got

Breathe in, breathe out
You're out once again in a crowd
Your internal narrator's way too loud
Everyone must hear it as you make your way downtown

dodging the cops and the drug dealers
Man
We used to smoke Blacks by the creek
20 years old
Toting crack by the seats
Telling me I can't smoke a cig in

Sun shine bright put my cap on
With my shades on all black like a Mobster
Smoke a little weed gettin' high like A monster
Back in the days we got ******

have turned black
Over lands of Ukraine  
A week ago, I was dreaming
Enjoying life in the sun
I never thought that I'd be screaming
Or living life by

Ritchie to my Madonna
You were the black and white lyric sheets on my wall
You were my friends making out in the back of a Journeys
You were the reason it

out 
Do they see it tho
I have big doubts
Let freedom ring Cuz we live without 
Shootin' us in our own house 
Through the windows unannounced  
I see

To nothing
Nothing I feel inside
I'm coughing up my lungs
It's black
I was right

I constantly live
In disbelief
That anyone would want
To talk to me
There's

fall into a wash of grey
I don't wish to see out another day 

I really don't want to live anymore
The memories fade and the warmth that kept me sure

by many men,
held in purgatory down in Pendleton,
My soul hurts man from all the years,
Of suffocating under all the tears,
My critics always got

a Mickey Ds
It’s a Sunday morning under the Georgia sun
A black man named Ahmaud goes on a run
This run will be assaulted by two blasts of a gun
Running