(A Black child's reality) The usa is hell if you look like me.
Black sun born into this nasty world.
The beast that sees the weak as feasts.
At first he was confused and scared.
Hair on his neck stands straight from fear.
Courage still grows from here to there.
Thoughts fluid like hydrogen and air.
A pair of thoughts like ying and yang.
Can soothe the heart and heal the pain.
Phoenix with the moves we make.
Always rising from ash and flames.
Skin burnt bronze but golden we stay.
Like gold is the goal and im here to play.
Stardust leaks from what this Black Boi can say.
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