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Rated: E · Poetry · Cultural · #1378445
My basic thought.
its simply so much realer than what you see,
not just with your own eyes but your whole soul's deepest and darkest hidden holes,
I'm so sick of people sayin I can't call whoever I want my bros,
and only solely based on how dark are not there skin tones and outside images goes,
but image is what the mind makes it and on to it now being a thought thats only froze,
but the mind is like days and time the shit goes and then it grows,
but you ask yourself why is the darker flesh  population taking slowly and effectively over our nation,
it's the simple scientifical situation of a triangle type a karmatical kept equation,
it began,
barely even bein Indian land,
but first that's who was here enjoying nature and some dark but mostly a medium type of tan,
then off to the winnin games and gamled chips,
the ones the white men used to along with there balls to build the ships,
and now here we are with rum and all type a gripe and ignorance,
we killed them off so many they could a made a wall and called it there native free fence,
but on the flip side some Indians still right now do exist,
so it forced us on to Africa with some just sayin here I know it really saddens ya,
so our ancestors eat today and basically say you scrummage for food tomorrow,
but our tomorrow is here and some of us continue to follow,
sit and strive your lives on dramatical sorrow,
but goin strictly with the flow of history as we only know,
in another 1 to 200 hundred years fom now as we will grow,
this nation will slowly develope it's own skin complexion direction,
as far as the outer layer will go,
and what type of skin tone will our eyes begin to tell our brain to know,
what's half the skin tone of me and Hoops,
then, maybe when we go to war we're sendin an Indian in inside the desert door to dissemble there trembled troops
but Scoob don't listen I'm just a goof!!!

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