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Home is the word we love to hear:
The dreams are never over,
They are always a break through: after the tears:
An x is lodge in our heads was it the, 
rock, a tree, or the hidden board,
Time welt serve: time to cash in

Time uproot the rocks 
that tree and those loose boards
would this be a happy ending?
You had choose the life of crime
The crime didn’t nail itself:

Every day a black man
Under the age of twenty 
Pulls the trigger, they turned off the light
He longs to return to his mother womb:
I see the love of their mothers
While she holds their hands at age three
at age twenty three I see the replacement :
the chrome bracelets: the resentment 

Neflex the new society wants us to believe that orange is the new black:
**“Our ancestors have invented, we can at least innovate.” 
? Amit Kalantri**

*“Oh Child 
Look within
Find your ForeMothers
Find them
Find them” 
? Malebo Sephodi**

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