“….If you don’t have nothing nice to say; fuck it, say it anyway, cause mothafuckas need to hear the truth”, was printed on, and made it the best tee shirt under my roof, people laughed but it wasn’t a spoof of my truth, tried to explain it away by saying I had no couth, who cares, my truth was a saber tooth, most goof, and lack impact cause they ain’t brave enough for the truth, others lack proof, but I’ve been a student that’s astute, looking for soldiers to recruit, giving fake negroes the boot, don’t care if I never reap the benefits of my fruits, it’s the labor that majors, there will be future soldiers to aid you, in tearing down the racist system that slays you.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 18th, 2024 22:44
- Category: Unclassified
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