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Yeah, I may be white,
But someone needs to speak out right?
Bring things into the light,
Expose all the lies,
For I believe in the most high.
Our ancestors were straight terrorist from the beginning of time,
Raping, killing, lying, and stealing land saying "this land is mine!"
Our ancestors rewrote history knowing they were lying,
Standing there watching with no emotion while Native Americans were dying.
Why do you think Native Americans hate Thanksgiving?
The Pilgrim and the Indian story was a fantasy living,
How could the white man ever been forgiven,
When MOST Native Americans were tricked,wiped out, and no longer living.
P.S- Part 2 coming soon, so stay tuned.
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Time is running out,only to find out,you have to kiss ass to survive in America. Wish I had a
better life, instead I'm stuck kissing Welfare ass in order to survive, Free is what the rich
believe, When the ones who struggle trying to find a way to eat, The rich whites has no
worries, They can survive, pay bills, live the nice life, Keep their families fed, When I look
through the eyes of the homeless men, women and children, I ask how can anyone turn
them away, What if it was you and your babies out there? You don't begin to understand,
because you and your babies aren't here! The poor can't find no job, because of skin color
or for what their beliefs are, When you in your up to date car,you will never see past your
riches for just a moment to see what your doing to my loved ones and me. Material things
don't make you, It's what you do for those less fortunate than you. Come and live our life
for a week, I bet you would get so weak you wouldn't even begin to know how to speak I
live on not that much, just enough to to pay some of the rent, I have a baby and don't know
where I'm going to be the next day, America is a big slave country, they want to ship all jobs
over seas so they can make they Chinese slaves by paying them less, for us the ones who
needs a job badly do without, so they have a good reason for us to rob, murder, sell dope,
so they can through us in jail and make us work for the government for FREE, Well isn't it
just one big mess? You live everyday trying to make a way, One thing though the rich is not
immune to that kind of living, we the poor are . We know how to hustle and pan handle hard,
Where the rich don't know anything by far! Stay strong, and don't get weak ever, that's what
they want. Stay positive alright.
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What life holds for a loved one out there,
Who choose the life of the dark streets,
Instead of living here,
What she has choose didnt make the two ends meet.
My beloved little sister choose the addiction of drugs,
And my mother and I sit in agony wondering when god will save her from the devils work,
We miss a part of a family wishing we can give her a hug,
We put all the pain and worry in the hands of the Lord.
We pray that he gets her off the streets in a safe way,
While she's out there throwing herself out there for the men to make money,
We pray we can hold that little girl we once knew again some day,
And be able to know we have that girl back and seeing she is as sweet as honey.
Not have a loved one use and steal off of us,
Just to know the streets won't kill my sister first,
All we can do know is have faith and trust,
All of this right now is just a curse.
We recieve a phone call one night,
The police arrested her for robbery,
We finally see the light,
My sister sitting in the jail house wishing she could win the lottery.
God answered our prayers,its better then the death of a family member,
Today I thank him and always will for saving her from the dark path she was heading to,
I'm glad that her life won't hither,
My sister would have killed herself and the unborn two.
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Americans think they can do whatever and it won't turn around and bite them in the butt,
They go bully someone and mess their country up,
They rape women and children and then tell them to shut shut up,
The white man devils always trying to oppress somebody,
Their not happy until they kill everybody!
Well guess what; what goes around comes around,
Eventually the truth will come out,
Don't want to change, want to stick with insanity,
It showed when they shot John F. Kennedy,
America will be doomed for life,
Always going to keep their ways even if they have to put up a fight,
What goes around comes around,
America will burn to the ground,
So keep those ignorant ways,
Because one of these days,
America's going to pay!
~ Me
5/24/2008
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For four years,
A little girl only shivered,prayed,and shed tears,
No one would open their ears,
She screams out for help yet no one hears.
The police ain't even on her side,
She's crying out from the inside,
But no one still listens to her outside,
She wants to just run and hide,
She don't believe anyone would mind.
What's the world coming to she wonders,
And her mind just ponders,
I sit and pray for the pain and fear in her eyes,
It's her against the world and that's what she can't stand it's what she despise,
No one hears her cries,
So called "Christian" people broke her down mentally,
Beat her down physically,
Abuse her sexually,
And she didn't even do well socially.
She was told no one will hear her cries and will always remain a nobody,
Where was everybody,
She eventually realize she is a somebody.
Only one person saved her from all the madness,
Saved her from all the sadness.
There the Almighty God was standing there holding her,
Until she could have the last hope of courage to tell her mother,
Hoping she be saved from all this harm,
So maybe she could see if this world finally had open arms.
She was saved at last,
When she thought she would just have to give in with a gasp,
Now she's strong and not dealing with the past.
Thank the Lord for making it fast,
It's finally the end,
And she doesn't ever have to face it again.
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Who raped the African Americans?
Who invaded other countries?
Who calls themselves Americans?
Who doesn’t feed the hungry?
We call ourselves the United States of America?!?
Why when United means one?
Why America?
Look what we have done!!
We invade other countries for no reason!
Start war for oil?
How many lives was taken for no reason?!
In the past we did it for soil!
We call ourselves Americans, ha ha ha!
We aren’t Americans were terrorist, scavengers, and savages!!
Everything is our fault.
Yeah, we deserve the surprise packages.
Yes, I am an American, and far from proud of what our ancestors did.
But, I will admit we was wrong and I apologize for the pain we caused everyone.
Most of America will suffer for the blood and pain that was shed.
Let all the hate and racism be gone!!!
11/6/2007
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