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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We got questions like which militant Black books are the best ones to read, and how many burnt bits of Black knowledge do we need, and how can knowledge of self pay these bills? Are you saying that crap can replace weed and pills? I crash for spontaneous power naps, then I’m up in the middle of the night, or wee hours of the morning. I grab my pistol and walk I went to the office, with a suit for a job. Was there for a week ‘fore I learned how to rob. Got fired for hawking some new PS3s’. All good, I still came off with three flat TVs. I’m a n****r man, inside and out, and dipped twice. Infested by bed lice who taught me how to bust guns, and shoot dice. Shall I still dance then? Will you watch me if I do? Will the “Baptist-bump” or the “loose booty” do? I’ve read militant Black books on all types of topics, from Malcolm, to Marcus , the Moors, and Black prophets. Which militant Black books are the best ones to read? How many burnt edges of Black thought we need? I went to church, and put-in on the basket. I still got billed when my Mom hit the casket. I crashed for a power nap, and then couldn’t sleep. I jumped up, and geared up, and walked in the street. I saw a tiny kitten trapped alone on a bridge. Should I tell you I stomped his skull, or should I let you tell me what I did? I ran into a crack head. She searched for a lick. I’ll sit back and let you tell me what I did. I ran into rivals who wanted me dead in the middle of the night or wee hours of the morning. I grabbed my pistol and walked through an alley. There was broken glass there, and it smelled like piss. Broken glass, and smells like piss. There sure ain’t a thing militant about that, but is it Black?
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