I am armed in the eyes of my enemy, will they ever see past their lies?
You stole my mother tongue
So we were forced to learn yours
The kink and coarseness of my syllables
The sting of my words
Like a whip on virgin flesh
A gift to this world with so much to bring, not young black boys, but young. black. kings.
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