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WE must get up, get out, and now work harder.
If WE don't have cars, then let's take the charter.
There's no express lanes, no breaks for water,
Just ups and downs fostered on teeter totters.
WE must keep pushing, keep fighting.
No issues are half-eaten, only the mighty keep biting.
Thinly trim the skin to skim a rim around the brim,
Using our fangs cemented to extract this pain and gnaw relentless,
To the core,
Where the problem bore it's roots,
Got too comfortable, relaxed, and untied it's boots.
Pan out of first, skip on and use,
The third person point of view, now shoot.
And regroup all the other shoes,
Collected, paired, lined up two by two.
Their laces bound honest, double knotted, with triple loops,
Some illuminating acute Buzz Lightyear space suits.
Flashback to the day you learned to tie shoes,
Backtrack to the schools and the rules they abused.
Their lies outlined and dressed, then typed in text to spread their false intelligence.
If WE teach history distorted, then WE should be deported.
Raising this nation on a lie is defined lightly to hide the obscenities to why WE survived.
WE came forth as people chopping heads like vasectomies,
Our ignorance deceitful, transforming, forging destinies.
Manifested heavily on segregating separately.
We're like b*****d directors, bricking our wicked plot.
By throwing our cast in a hat, picking then reading what we got.
The first to be selected is Billy, the main role.
Well Billy's the main joke.
Sucking off unicorns to taste the rainbow,
Erase the pain spoke and call the Pavelow.
His social ropes been tugged,
Stressed, strained, sprained, and pulled.
His tension hitting a place especially coarse and cold.
But he still calls it home,
This madly place he was elected to live.
And sadly, adversity infected the words that left his lips.
His natural gift of kindness skipped, the reason I have witnessed it,
A lighter skin than him.
Billy the Black was murdered when,
WE reprehended, accused, mortified, and lynched.
His pain untamed, unhinged, screwing in more families than his.
Washed, no soaked in sins of the white supremacist,
Now where is justice missed?
I can tell you, it's been missed right here,
One strike you're out logic, exuded by most his peers.
His skins been seared with archaic fear that cryogenically froze his tears.
Now hear the spin of why his skin is a much deeper color,
Touched by Grim Reapers brothers.
Forced to hold these guns like sons and bullets like lovers.