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Loneliness gave birth to me, Love shunned me, life rejected me, my soul ugly black is the skin I'm in/

wounded, uneducated, mistreated, forbidden, black is the skin I’m in/back sting from lashes, mouth full of blood it hurt to breathe, it hurts to breath/

my knees are weak but my feet keep marching because they chasing niggas down claiming freedom wit a nuse for every nigga that think they have it/

Men with hate filled hearts pursue on horses wearing whites robes and mask and big guns to match it/

urn full of my fathers ashes/

when I was young he asked me if I couldn't see I wasn't going to shit! So I went and got glasses/

my mother fought him till the  day he got in that vase and cursed his name even after she hoped her words were the flames to burn that bastard/

they told me seek refuge in a place called Gods cabinet right inside the Devils woods so make sure I don't pass it/

knock 7 times and recite a verse from the gospel Hebrew 13 vs 6/

I slowed down because the air got heavy the grass got thick and I had a hunger that only the heavens could fix/

they warn bout these woods said walk lightly so the devil don't hear you/

camoufloge so the trees don't give you/ and if you come across an animal it's simply over for you/

I could hear there blood thirsty dogs barking sounding closer and closer/

they've been train to fiend for negro blood like sweet honey nectar/

foaming at the mouth teeth sharp as knives rip through flesh with no effort/

but white folk ain't been this far out of these woods/

come to think of it they don't know the Devil uses the ground as a bed and the fog for blanket/

I knew couldn't stay here and hide I'd be gone for good/

I had to use the last of my strength to make it to Gods cabinet/

stay low and run light I could hear my heart beating faster now/

stay low and run light hoping my feet don't make a sound/

stay low and run light oh no they might have tracked my foot steps on the ground/stay low and run bow! Gun shot flew across my head/

bow! Second one went off nd there's warm blood dripping down my leg/

I start worming on the ground cuz if a third one went off I'd surely be dead/

come out nigger come out he said/

*click* all good sense up nd ran from my body like it went to get help/

I turn  to my back to find his gun pointing at my chest/

then puts his gun through the hole in my leg twisting and twisting and ask me how it felt/

you think your pa left enough space in that vase for you boy/

he said as he's stepping on my balls with a malicious grin/

finding nostalgia in my screams as if they were an old tune his mother used to sing/

he drags me up against a tree points his gun to my head nd say I'm going to blow your brains out nigger/

at that moment as I was going to breathe my last breath the devil came out appearing as a big black figure/

fast and nimble waisting no step bites on his collar swinging him breaking his neck/

comes over sniffing as if I were next/

then I remember what pa said a bear can't kill what's already dead/

so i lay there lifeless/

i squint open one eyes to see him walk away back into the woods until he vanished/

that's how I made it  to Gods cabinet.