GHETTO MAN
Hi there
You say you’re fine
But nah you ain't
Your scotch brown dreads
Speak of resilience
And your dark skin
That drips dark chocolate like sweat in the cold
Know much of the merciless scotching of the sun
And the tear gas pregnant air
Wandering bullets voices
That speak with silence
You say you have been robbed of huh?
You know your right, right?
But you die with silent murmurs
STAND UP GHETTO MAN
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