Rappa Poems - Poems about Rappa

...I have seen the black face of his Kenyan father With whom he didn’t go farther: an absolutely Black Papa Describing not the Diaspora Rappa, His loudest trumpets for Jomo, As Barak’s nearly were ......

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...Im broke but got the kings stand on my toes The smell of death, is nothing to NYC confusion Relax a moment, but the doctors now giving you fusion Your mothers crying girl with mascara on your shirt Y......

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