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I've tryed to stray away

From the sons of our fathers

And was kept down by the "big man"

What is not to say

When they proclam freedom

To the common one

Introperspective of dominance

I myself could conclude

To induldge you with a secret

They function off propoganda

And breath it too

So when it gets to their heart

It's too late

And they turn black from it

Shooting men down

As they wither away

To an ego

Vast and black like our universe

They shoot us thoughts

To particular, we already know

And try to shove beauty,

Wealth, fake peace and pride

Into our eyes

It's the faulty system's--

Mistake for being too big

With worn faces from blackend egos