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The month of February, ever since I can recall, is 
known by most to celebrate Black History and all,

but every single year I always ponder, not to front, 
just why our peoples' histories possess the shortest 
month.

See if I ruled a perfect world I also shall declare, that 
BHM, Black History Month extends to half the year,

with 1 month on and 1 month off I think that would be 
fair, I'd also lock my hair inside a perfect world I 
swear.

Now since I'd be the ruler making up new laws and 
such, commit a crime against a child? I'd sew their 
eyeballs shut,

and throw them in a tranny prison, worth the while or 
what, with dudes I pray who'd make a birth canal 
from out their butt.

I'd rule the world with iron fist my justice swift and 
fair, when someone doesn't care someone will lift 
them in the air

by ev'ry folicle of hair cause Lewisville is on a roll, in 
fact forget the prisons dump these serpents in a 
hole.

Stupidity not tolerated by a boy or girl, that's just the 
way I'd do it if it were a perfect world,

and all drugs would be legal ev'ryday I'd bet that 
quick, in Lewisville we'd grip a non-existent deficit.

There wouldn't be a homeless person anywhere in 
sight, it'd be so safe to go and travel anywhere at 
night,

cause crime also's not tolerated in or out of place, 
forget the diggin ditches shoot these fools to outer 
space.

I'd reach the people ev'ryday I'm sure you would 
relate, there'd be no chance of rape just food and 
drink with ev'ry plate,

my nation would be touted on this planet as a great, 
no chicken wings and fries we'd dine on rice pilaf 
and steak.

A young Barack Obama running things with my 
Michelle, for criminals of Lewisville a fate designed 
in H31l,

or worse if I prevailed it's just a thought so let it twirl, 
around your head it'd happen, living in my perfect 
world.
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