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Oh yeah! It's time to start grabbing thoughts from my mind again with some freestyle writing. No plagiarizing, no copying, just me spitting straight off the top of the dome. None of this is me. I'm just writing about the real life everyday struggles of the black man living in the harsh realities of the United States of America.
Lets begin.............
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Every single goddamn day I get up before the sun rises just to work at some bull shyt, piece of shyt minimum wage job that's not enough to support my wife and two kids.
Mother fkkers don't want to give a n.i.k.k.a like me no real job!........... I go into this mother fkker every single day just to see these devils looking down on me and and saying to themselves "you ain't shyt n.i.k.ka and you ain't never going to be shyt either but a stupid retar.ded n.i.k.k.a"
Can't never take my wife anywhere nice because I ain't never got enough money, yet I see the descendants of slave masters driving around in expensive lexus' and mercedes benzes with the top down oblivious to the chaos and systematic racism this country has manufactured.
Everyday single day my son and daughter ask me what's wrong daddy. Too young to understand, I tell them everything is alright with a faint smile on my face, when in reality, I'm dying and crying inside knowing my kids see me as their super hero, but in reality, I'm a super chump that can barely put food in their bellies and clothes on their backs.
Try to silence the voices demons in my head by getting lost in bottles of liquor only for those same demons to shout at the top of their lungs when the poison wears off.
I am exactly like my ancestors were in this country. DEAD............................ But I REFUSE to tell my children that they are DEEEEEEEAAAADDDD
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Lets begin.............
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Every single goddamn day I get up before the sun rises just to work at some bull shyt, piece of shyt minimum wage job that's not enough to support my wife and two kids.
Mother fkkers don't want to give a n.i.k.k.a like me no real job!........... I go into this mother fkker every single day just to see these devils looking down on me and and saying to themselves "you ain't shyt n.i.k.ka and you ain't never going to be shyt either but a stupid retar.ded n.i.k.k.a"
Can't never take my wife anywhere nice because I ain't never got enough money, yet I see the descendants of slave masters driving around in expensive lexus' and mercedes benzes with the top down oblivious to the chaos and systematic racism this country has manufactured.
Everyday single day my son and daughter ask me what's wrong daddy. Too young to understand, I tell them everything is alright with a faint smile on my face, when in reality, I'm dying and crying inside knowing my kids see me as their super hero, but in reality, I'm a super chump that can barely put food in their bellies and clothes on their backs.
Try to silence the voices demons in my head by getting lost in bottles of liquor only for those same demons to shout at the top of their lungs when the poison wears off.
I am exactly like my ancestors were in this country. DEAD............................ But I REFUSE to tell my children that they are DEEEEEEEAAAADDDD
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