Danger
Black man ahead
There’s a cell-
No, that’s a gun!
Quick, fire!
Fortune doesn’t rest with us
Not with the politics and power structure
Lounging in black suits, blue ties
We pay at the prison bars, our lives are fines
For crimes we never did commit
They crown us with thorns and bitter remarks
When successful they mock and toss shit
On our names, on this legacy
Gold chains, rapper names
Fast beats, quick cleats
Long lines at social security
The plan was meant to deceive
And it’s working
Well-penned and thought-provoking piece. I love the photo.
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Thank you 😀
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Meaningful post!!!! Love the pic!!!!!! 🙂
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Thank you Patty 😁
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