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Tears of My Brain

This is the ending New beginning its over children daddy did it, It is finished so 
father into thy hands I commit my spirit I feel it its coming closer the sun is just 
growing colder, my soul lord is yours for the taking cause hatred is all over, from 
public school corners to the media that reports us and show us as being nothing 
more than just an enormous, pain in the side of the world, and make sluts out of 
baby girls, and make butts out of baby boys, who grow up around this noise, and 
knowing nothing in school, but how to act like a fool, and it’s cool till you grow up 
knowing nothing to do and they wonder why we crazy when the hatred you gave 
babies, ends up catching you at last and biting you in the ..., it hurts don't it homie 
when you really stop to think that you spilled so much human blood with what you 
did with a little ink ova da kitchen sink runnin water tryin to swallow that pill cause 
genocidal is he who sits on top of da hill now tell me whats wrong with this picture 
listenin to other Mr.’s use words to go against us and talk about all our sistas, and 
call dem out of their name the b's the h's and a's and they act like its ok for men to 
come up and say things like it's not a problem when fathers don't know their 
daughters, and they get all hot and bothered, Sorry nobody taught 'em, and they 
say that its common sense well how common is common sense when my mother 
had to struggle hustle and use it all just to pay the rent, now if it takes a village to 
raise a child and a father to raise a man then yall clear up somethin for me help me 
to understand what you call someone like me here walkin around when my momma 
had to raise me cause daddy wasn't around or nowhere to be found in a lot of 
cases many people facin the same situation on a daily bases, and basically it boils 
down to a lack of consideration and aggravation caused by the men of this nation 
and as far as it comes to facin with diversification the laws of education may not 
allow for segregation but the bases is buried deep within the bile’s of legislation of 
the emancipation and extermination of our whole ***** nation, what I'm sayin is 
what they really showin the youth with the rims and the caddies is that this is our 
compensation for you not havin a daddy we ain't worried about you gettin it 
because of the facts see you'll be dead long n your grave before you can feel out 
the tax sheet, we ain't meant to survive we're meant to be blamed we the scape 
goats of our nation tears of my brain

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