The First Lyrical Slave
The First lyrical Slave
looking at the palms of my chocolate
coated dish panned hands
moving in transit with a blared view
of days gone by, of life's unsheltered yesterdays
i turn them back in forth
looking at the age of them
with every heavily thought feared
drops a classified tear
wondering in time
I maybe honestly vindicated
but as for, the negligence of the singing writer
and there coworkers pitching a
hideous war on a helpless person's family
so i say
if you do the crime
you can do the time
or don't sing it at all
p.s. famous or not, say no to slavery
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