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Black Boy & Black Girl Odes

Dedication.

Dedication of Black Boy & Black Girl

Odes is assigned Akil & Regina Gregory.

They and all people past & future of mud

skin, purple lips African descent, male &

female who may wonder at a better way to

live, perceive receive & love one another.

Those of us who, at one time or another,

found or will find themselves wondering

where their loyalties lay: a red lips, white

skin, blu-eyed flag of the America we're

in, or, a purple lips, black skin & brown

eyed flag of the Africa we're out of. A first

menshund a whitewash forgetting history;

A latter a blackwash & remembering…

Be safe. Be seeing u- Morgan Makoi.

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..All of Us...

1.

calm is the child.

He wonder'd, at her composure

At her bless' ed cool, balm, mild.

He wonder'd, and she told him: when

the parent’s calm, calm is the child.

We wonder

why they thunder

or why they get so loud

At a place requiring better grace

or quietude in a crowd.

On a bus or somewhere with us

where some chill is the better bet

We wonder as they thunder

why they haven't learned etiquette.

Well it's learned from the crib.

It's the way that we live. Will you

hype up or will you calm down?

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When they ask, then you tell them: when

the parent's calm, calm is the child.

Don't go all in

with an inciting grin

when what's without doubt best

is that you chill out.

yes but listen.


the parent's calm, calm is the child.


the parent’s calm, calm is the child.

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2.

Stop it.

Exceptionalism

Buttresses

Black Man, Black Woman.

Yes but listen, as long as

for them? we run jumping?

It’s basically not clear, but,

it appears -disrespect.

They'll keep coming.

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3.

It’s Never Clear.

hmm.

Some ever changing

as the weather

too oft are caught off base.

In flux. They get stuck.

Run around & amok;

wrong time & wrong place.

yes but listen.

Some ever the similar-same

keep it real even when they be fake.

There's but truth & fact.

Stay Down. Stay Black.

A better way is never clear.

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4.

Aiolet.

Violet is Aiolet

Red is Ved

its inversion.

One is the light.

One is the lie.

Guides to paradise

or to hell's incursion.

Exversion / Excursion &

BlackLight immersion

save us from them & ourselves.

Heat rises & dies.

Chill stays grounded, survives.

fact or lie? truth between: choose well.

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5.

Nobody’s Perfect.

Nobody's perfect

when nothing is not.

Who told me that?

Well, I learned it a lot.

Nobody's perfect

when nothing gets done.

Understand that.

and truth is this? We have won tons.

Nobody's perfect

yes but listen, pick you something.

Then people we won't trial and

error? indulge any old thing.

Nobody's perfect

yes but break it all down.

We need a calm chill flag of melanin’s

purple, black and brown.

Nobody's perfect

yes but until we get one we'll do

what pledges to hot-headed redneck,

white and blue eyes tell us all to.

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6.

Stay Out.

Don’t look within

look without

the latter is where

you'll find Allah no doubt.

Understand thy self.

Is it a curse? No.

Black skin is a map

of earth and universe.

As with outer spaces

purple-black epidermis without.

As with inner spaces

red-white hypodermis is housed.

As with center spaces

brown dermis chooses a team.

Atomic Black light

subduing the White blight

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or,

Nuclear White getting out—

all lying...

all frying..

all dying.

Understand thy self.

Is it a toll? No.

Black skin is a map

of the better soul.

As with outer space;

Black cold calm rules all strife within.

As with inner space

White heated fools fuel

when kept buried and unseen.

As with middle space

the mediator is brown.

Urging the bright, stay incarcerated

urging the dark, Stay Out.

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7.

Ode to the Ratchet.

Decent

stank ass ho’s

I love the most.

African funk, bring it back,

now I don’t wonna coast.

Yes but I’m a do or do

down democrat donkey.

She want my vote?

Booty gotta be funky.

Dirtball

bad outside.

Inside so clean.

No goodie-good

but does what she should

her love withstood all obscene.

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Decent

stank ass ho’s

I love the most.

Oxymoronic

is the tonic and

I don’t wonna boast.

Yes but though a do or do

Down socialist donkey

with ever to be better

being the most profound key

I don’t aspire higher.

I get down lower in key.

bump that BASS (how low can you go)...

humble existence...

a better way is not clear.

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8.

Ring.

She said,

'Every little ring, ring, ring'

she was always...

thinking of me.

to realize with those eyes

I had found paradise

I was too blind at the time to see...

It was my head telling my heart to think.

Yes but listen

or what’s missin’ is she be all that I need...

So now every little ring, ring, ring

I wonder...

Who gives her the love she couldn't

get from me?

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ring, ring, ring.

And I remember her.

Like she was when we were

happy.

ring, ring, ring;

I miss her simple dance.

The nights of Africance.

Her new growth silk soft and nappy.

She used to beg me just to

sing, sing, sing.

all those sweet things

I'd written for her.

But when I opened my mouth

appeard all that came out

were old fights too many times rehearsed.

Nothing but painful words.

So now it hurts too much to

think, think, think.

Of the loss and thoughts of things

like 'What might be'...

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So now?

Every little ring, ring, ring?

Seriously...

to be down with her, that's

all I want to be.

Does she ever remember me—

in a bed, no so full as it used to be?

Does she ever feel that certain cold,

only I’d keep out as her I’d hold?

Every ‘ring’ today means something

now different than then.

Yes but listen,

even still I remember just when

w/every ring, ring, ring was a

promise of tomorrow

where always to stay together we’d

work, take or borrow.

Is it too late to get back to where we were?

A brotha only needs one ring, gyrl.

ring, ring, ring.

I know it won’t be her; but still I wish it

were; like she was when we were- happy.

I miss her simple dance; nights oh so Afri-

can; her new growth silk soft & nappy::

(mm-hmm). mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

mm-hmm. mm-hmm, mm-hmm. hmm…

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..Black Girl…

10.

Lil Girl Boo.

There was a little girl...

Her eyes shown like the stars above.

Baby dolls that cried and crawled...

weren't all that she was dreaming of.

She dreamed she was a princess.

One day she'd be a queen...

And all the world would love her.

Even mommy would stop being mean.

There was a little girl.

She dreamed someday she'd have

her chance.

She'd find her forever love...

they'd live a life's sweet Africance.

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Firm hands would caress her.

She'd feel he kept her safe...

and all the hurts she'd ever felt...

Would simply go away.

There was a little girl...

Her eyes aren't quite so bright

these days.

She’s found herself a man...

He's not the best but he's ok.

Promises aplenty...

yes but most be that same old same.

truth is this: there're many...

that don't make much difference

anyway.

Promises of plenty.

Without a doubt that’s what they say.

truth is this: heights are overrated

stay down, a better way’s not clear…

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11.

As One.

Mean it then be better.

Mean it then be down.

Do for one another then

finally finally we've won.

Mean it then be doing it.

Mean it then be done.

Let's not say we're sorry...

Aspire that we'll without doubt

Mean it, no weird wondering.

Mean it straight away.

No more paying it forward.

AmeriKKKa-- pay it back, reparate.

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Mean it then be better.

Mean it then bottom line

Give me your love don't make me steal.

Left out I feel. No, it's not right.

Left out I feel. Let's spend all our time

As One. As One. As One.

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..Black Boy…

12.

the Measure of a Man.

Sometimes I find I'm feeling so

confused.

So many lies but tell me where's

the truth.

I'm only wanting that I understood

just where it is I stand...

I want the secrets of the universe.

To know whose really blessed and

who is cursed.

I'm wanting someday that I understand


Tell me my brothers have we gone

insane?

We hold the key but we still wear

the chains.

Its basically not clear but there’s

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a chance

we can love ourselves again...

We're killing one another everyday.

Its us or them now thats just what I say

But for the record won’t someone state


A batter’d sista heaves a heavy sigh.

She wipes a tear or two and dries

her eyes.

She couldn't tell you even if she tried

just where it all began.

He says he loves her with a heavy hand.

Next time he hit her just might be

his last.

He can’t recall and he afraid to ask


We can go off into outer space...

Circle earth until time ends or fade away

But when we get b(l)ack we'll still

have to face— the Measure of a Man...

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13.

By All Means.

My favorite

words to hear

are 'baby, I'm paying'...

But you know

I'm worth the earth you walk on

I abide the basics... of good love.

It's not clear why

though do or die's what you're sayin…

whether you know that

give and get's the better way and

By all means.

Kick off your shoes

don't cry the blues it's no trouble...

mm-hmm...

By All Means.

Let me draw a bath w/the bubbles

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mm-hmm…

By all means.

I made you dinner am I being subtle

mm-hmm…

By all means.

rub you up and down and down do

double...

mm-hmm…

I undress her

when we're getting down...

mm-hmm…

She dresses me

when we're going out...

mm-hmm…

She understands

and one place I've enough clout...

is in her heart

when it appears she's giving ground

I hold back & I hold her down, boo

By all means.

Kick off your shoes

don't cry the blues it's no trouble...

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mm-hmm…

By all means.

Let me draw a bath w/the bubbles

mm-hmm…

By all means.

I made you dinner am I being subtle

mm-hmm…

By all means.

Rub you up and down then down

do double.

mm-hmm…

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14.

My Work.

My work is all play.

I write down words and relaxate.

Ain't nothin' left to do but wait.

If I didn't have to sleep?

My pens and pencils would beg ink.

Purple or black: bury the red and pink.

Similarities don't bore us.

Not when the alternative is war's rut.

Differences are not the norm nut.

So I do the same thang.

I express myself between the lanes.

Sometimes I fall down but so does rain.

Existentialism's Realist has stated.

It’s basically not clear so accept all as

situated.

You navigate it all then most unfaded.

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15.

Existentialism.

The way of existence

is Black outer space.

He's cold, calm and kind mostly

yes but ruling with an iron fist.


is brown inner space.

She bucks but submits.

Yes but listen, she well knows her place.

He and she groove but

neva with a tongue do they kiss.

The land is sun stroked, neva sun licked.

The Suns aspirations? they are academic:

Shine it's black face's light

Shine it's brown face's light.

His ultra-violet kiss on the cheek

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all strengthening.


is Black's ruling race.

As abundant as the sun's dance

bright brown across the dark frown

of our face.

As with bass thunder...

and tenor rain;

the skies are blue, true

but the eyes are the brown of no pain...

of beautiful days we'd go out and play.


is bumping noses and poses

African Eskimoses who's cold love is

most subtle

that’s the way that the better show it.


it be:

living, loving, laughing, dying

with dignity.

As with springs springing and falls falling

of leaves...

blown brown on cool dancing of breeze.

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Becoming winter's

cold black fertile soil mulch...

resting under

a cropped hot white hair of snow.

We're old until spring.

When then with summer we see:

earth's black and brown hair return

lipped by purple wild flowers... and

greenery...

Some places in the world? they

never leave.

Summer's summit, truth, then falls

and we all— do it again and again...

basic blackness observes unmoved

outerspace encompassing it all like a

black tent:

then we all do it again & again again.

that's the way of all existence.

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16.

Dirt.

Who said dirt was dirty

that’s what I say.

I remember I’d do dirt

when I’d go out and play.

Mud pies, mud facials

mud in your eye.

Dirt’s clean, if you ask me

When it’s outside.

Let me tell you

you can’t put it better than that.

Past that, left to me?

Truth’s dirt we come from

and we’ll go back.

No presently you can’t convince me

that you’re truly right:

inhale oxygen, exhale carbonite.

That’s a clue, it’s what we do

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stand stalwart, stand stout.

Be right inside even though

that means you be left out.

Who said dirt was dirty

that’s what I say.

Bright and dark

there’re a morass of shades.

Mud pies, mud facials

mud in your eye.


when it’s outside


when it’s outside.

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..black girl…

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Ms. Black Woman.

You're a simple dip.

A straight trip.

But now you're a mother...

and nobody has to check you:

You check yourself now & all others.

I'll spell it out for you sista

if it be you really need me

further.

You'd blow a brother's last nerve

all the shit you talk could

drive a man to straight murder...

------------

But all the while you're calm

it's like a balm

and I can't stay mad at you long.

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You say you like to read? So do I;

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Turn me on to something

dark and mysterious like yourself.

Read that.

All I want is you and you and you

nobody else.

I'll take the weight

from your straight slender

brown frame yeah and that shelf...

you warehouse all your worries on.

Black Woman, I just want to help.

------------

Are you down? and without doubt?

or, at least, getting there?

A better way is not clear.

-------------

Lo and behold.

That's what I say every time I think

of you.

Truth be told?

You're all I want just to have and to

hold.

Ms. Black Woman

I'll feel that way when we’re old.

On a back porch swing...

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or if for you I sing...

or going out evenings for a stroll.

____________

There's bad behind us

but there's nobody to blame.

Stick with me woman

you'll feel better every time you

say my name.

When he created you

baby boo he mos def blew the mold...

The shade you throw

it comforts so- I'll hold you down always...

As long as you boo do the same for me.

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..black boy & black girl…

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Love Simpatico.

She wants...

her shoulders rubbed, when they ache.

She says,

keep it real even when you be fake.

She understands seriously well

just what's at stake— love simpatico.

He wants...

to be better understood...

He says,

dag woman, you should stop playin.

I wish that you would'.

He understands seriously well

how much he was a fool… that's

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love simpatico.

She says,

'shade me from

the White woman’s pride.

She hates me.

My DNA caught her man's eye'.

He says,

'Shade me from

the White man's hate.

Whether he smiles or sneers

he fears

my DNA...

he fears his woman's feelin' me...

he fears our not pledging allegiance to his

bright creed.'

They understand seriously well

that what's at stake be

love simpatico.

You ask, 'What does love mean?'

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Well I'll tell you a fact.

Some things do

but some just don't mean a thing jack...

they're there...

and that's just that. Love simpatico.

Yes but love doesn't tear us apart...

not when you're in the groove.

It's indecision which tears us apart

the indecision of all damn fools.

So choose a side:

Chill love or your heated pride.

One will be there and one will be

fleeting...

One will be cool and one will be

seething.

Wear the one that you choose

and then let that garment rule you.

Then bury the one that you don't

and no cheating (we won't).

Love is a feeling and not a thought.

Love is never sold & never bought.

Love is either there or love is not.

If it's not but you're falling?

you still feel it a lot.

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Love's usual is that basic

and just can’t be stopped.

Love's rhyme sometimes has no

reason otherwise left to be found.

that's love simpatico.

He says,

‘Be seriously most buttressing...

or, at least, getting there.

I'll rub your shoulders and say bey

you can line my hair’.

She says,

‘Be seriously most buttressing...

or, at least, getting there.

You rub my shoulders and beyond

and I'll line your hair’.

She chooses,

Better serious love than pride above.

He chooses,

Better serious love than pride above.

They have similar goals... they're of

the same wavelength's soul:

that there is love... Love Simpatico.

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Black Boy & Black Girl.

Black Girl...

Yes but the future field

of what Black Girl feels real

is a responsible Black Boy

that she can get down with.

Father material most basically...

Or, at least, aspiring to be.

He who meantime seriously

respects her and protects her gift.

Black Boy?

You want as much the same.

When you be better trained.

Will a father or surrogate do it?

You want a woman who is chill...

Who reflects you and who will...

respect your manhood without

saying (in wicked ways), 'prove it'.

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I wasn't there for mine.

Yes but, from a distance? I'd spend

all my time...

to educate him, get back and redo it.

Yes but listen

they swear that, 'That's ok.

We're all past it. We don't need

anything...'

yes but since that's not bothering us

now, we can cool it.

I write for my Black Boy...

to kill or cure

the cripple minded, bloodthirsty world

for posterity, his Black Girl and all

their kids & my future great great (can

you relate) great great great grand kids.

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..black man…

21.

Mr. Black Man.

Went to

Saint Mary's with infected

lacerations...

to get it out: no amputation.

Only to be D.O.G.'d as if on queue.

I could've dropped

heart stopped and died.

Another Nigga dead

or cripple & why (they laugh inside).

Get hip. That's true.

Don't waist the clue.

Here it go now, what we must do.

It's going down.

Cuz Justice of the Peace;

you kept and keep my people

on a leash.

We're skinnin' grinnin', red and pink:

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its your scheme

to make us clowns.

Yes but when we all are fools

& by that I mean

when we all look like you:

Whose blood will you suck?

Whose lives will you fuck?

to better your gene pool?

You make us slaves and

Brainwashed; & look what we got.

Wishy-washed; now we wish

we were what we're not.

Tricked; we bought a dream

it sould us out.

If ever there was

now there can be no doubt.

Break it down

Mr. Black Man.

What's your home address?

Remember what you forgot as you slept.

Break it down Mr. Black Man.

Shed the psychologic shame.

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When your day is done

you'll have won

But in what shape will you remain.

Do you do?

Tell me true.

Think that life is fine and dandy?

Just a big maraschino cherry?

Well now if you do

Brotha I've got news for you.

Cuz it's not White's red corvette.

It's purple reign Blood if you want

future B(l)ack.

Let's break it down

and get around to what all of us must do.

But brainwashed?

We're all going insane.

Wishy-washed?

We wish for what put us back in chains.

Skinnin grinnin fo a little peace of a pie

Washed in the blood of White's

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Red Devil Lie.

Break it down

Mr. Black Man.

What's your color scheme?

Is it Red Corvette?

or Purple Reign you speak?

Break it down

Mr. Black Man.

You don't ride the fence

you choose.

Left of center

is the winner & winners never lose.

Blood it’s not clear cuz more than here

it's when we go there that we'll rule.

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..us…

22.

Purple Plum Lips.

She’s demure, solid, pure

humble she be.

Even when she explodes

explicitly.

I say, ‘Go on boo, with yo’ bad self.

‘because bad, it be better fo’ my

health’.

It’s not clear why

do or die was the way we lived.

When you find out boo

the better bet is get and give.

Don’t get heated

I need it in a cold sweat.

Down and dirty, the word is

when I get it, get it:

I can’t be faded… and Black Girl

your purple plum lips are where

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I’m home.

Your purple plum lips are where

I’m home.


I’m home.

I can’t be faded… Black Girl

they cure everything I ail of, mm-hmm…

I’m no fool

understand boo

truth is I’m going out.

Where that’s vague, I’ll illuminate

there’ll be no doubt.

All I need’s that funky bunkus

and your boo pout.

When it’s down, getting downer

I’ll go the southern route.

yes it happens

they be crappin’ all on my style.

Shit is life’s

veneer appears, so I let that shit slide.

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Good is relative

what the hell I give

‘bout what they say.

It’s out and out

gone be a blessed day.

I can’t be faded.

and Black Girl

your purple plum lips are where

I’m from.


I’m from.


I’m from.

I can’t be faded… Black Girl

they cure everything I ail of, mm-hmm...

Trade the present

for the past, make it last and then

never forget where you’re from again.

Douse the flames of slavery’s shame

that’s true salvation.

Don’t stay heated and defeated

it’s not christal clear.

But when clothed humble of soul

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no, you’re never naked.

That’s raw dough I’m giving you

say that you’ll bake it.

When you’re sane

claim similar-same

everyone needs a muse.

Never hot-headed, no ruby redded,

her cold calm purple I choose.

Brothas don’t lust-

that booty, truth appreciates.

Thought I’d share w/you

a better view- but it’s not hate.

If you see us decently

maybe they’ll follow suit.

Cuz the industry

ain’t out to be fam to you.

Decency’s the way to be.

But there’s the okey-doke.

Carnal things have a place

being that we all were born.

So she’s cute, you want the boots.

She’s from an African tree-

Yes but the goal, when she so swoll

that’s be a (true) whole family.

[Refrain Played Out, mm-hmm…]

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23.

A World Without Sin.

Dark dirty soil

and used motor oil.

Dark purple tulips

and when I kiss you lips.

Women so beautiful

they make me sing

those are a few of my favorite things.

Dark pitch black night skies.

Dark spoken goodbyes.

Hips free of binding

and thick but cut french fries.

Telling of returns of much better days

she'll find me suitable, I'll feel so

blessed then.

And we’ll sing: A World Without Sin.



All that brings: A World Without Sin.

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Hellos’ of mellows’

and lives with no lying.

Skipping the first

and by third try deciding.

Understand 'anyway' is

indiscriminant.

Specify 'one way'

that’s without doubt best.

Those who know say

the humble just won’t get up.

They say that we’re satisfied

to sit on our butts.

True.

Yes but, truth will get up to tell it’s tale.

So do we humbly situated as well.

Big money

is neither a pay-off nor insult.

It’s life’s true by-product or a life

well lived result.

It can free Brown and Black people

of their chains.

But, don't sell out, don't give up and

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don't buy in.

Universe dark

but accepting light within.

Us Blacks we’re dark

but there’s light beneath our skins.

So benighted skin and belighted

within.

& there will exist a world without sin.

When White’s blight’s extinguished

all family, no friends

then there will exist a world without sin.

And we’ll sing: a world without sin.

And we’ll sing: a world without sin.

And we’ll sang: a world without sin.

All that brangs: a world without sin.

mm-hmm. mm-mm. hmm-mm. hmm.

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24.

My Fantasy.

If I've told you once

yes as it happens girl

I've told you twice.

Although unseen

within all nightmares

there's a light that shines.

Yes but, believe

heart on my sleeve

boo out and out past doubt.

Only ruddy fools

are crippled and blue

in the ides of spilled milk-

but I've found.

Where the waters, flow in streams...

the rains

cool a sun stroked land, it appears...

the ultra-purple of a sun not hurtful

beckons and strengthens me.

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Where woman and man, they

understand the plan, that's my fantasy.

Yes but listen…

You say you know

but knowing is a lie of speculation.

When you understand

you figure with substantiation.

Yes but it happens

the truth is a thing we see as foreign-

When it rains it pours

and a lot more I feel like going…

Where the waters flow in streams...

the rains

cool a sun stroked land and it’s greens…


beckons & strengthens me—

where woman & man they

understand the plan— that’s my fantasy.

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New or old scene

get a inkling

and then you will find out.

Which of you

I'll keep when through

and which I'll do without.

Understand I love both

flames bank don't stoke

no it's not christal clear.

It's our excursion

and I'm certain

I'd rather be there than here.

Where the waters flow in streams...

the rains

cool a sun stroked land, it appears...


beckons and strengthens me—

Where woman and man they

understand the plan— that's my fantasy.

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25.

Better Late Than Never I.

Well I wonder as I wander

this maze of mine...

If I can find my way back

to me in time.

I hear the crowd.

All the world is a stage.

Childhood rehearsals cut and

reversals end as we age.

Yes but, better late than never

doesn't mean...

trading peace for a piece of a dream.

Reaching back, we test time.

yes but then there's fate...

Froward be goward & truth be known

can't beat yesterday.

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Some say, 'now or never'.

Yes but, late can be better

and beats not at all.

So, gone head give me some lip.

I'll feel better equipped

we’ll break down those walls.

Oh. So. Now I lay you down

but before we pray.

Let's understand one another

I want you to be

the mother of all I make.

I mean it and without doubt.

Hold it down when you shout...

A calm place is where we'll go.

What's at stake be the way we relate

that’s what makes us love simpatico.

Better late than never doesn't mean...

trading peace for a piece of a dream.

Since nothing lasts forever

then never can’t be as bad as they say.

Me? I say ‘shit’

& quit it if it comes after I turn the page.

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Yes

but better late than never

doesn’t mean…

trading peace for a piece of a dream

Well I wonder as I wander

this maze of mine...

If I can find my way back to me—

it takes time.

I've seen the light

but I've none of my own.

And that's what I need

so that I can compete,

get out and make my bones.

yes but listen…

better late than never doesn't mean...

trading your peace of mind

for a piece of a dream.

better late than never doesn’t mean…

trading Allah’s peace of mind

for a piece of a dream.

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26.

Maybe.

Maybe now baby

its better you and I part...

But then again girl...

Maybe the beginning

be the best place to start.

Be down I'm 'bout it

like a maoist, but...

Maybe I'm just hoping

where all hope is gone...

But better late than never

can we endeavor to make love lastlong?

Indecision

has no place in the vision of a man

Knowledge made him such a fool.

Boo you helped him understand.

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Talk is cheap.

Silence is cheaper...

or doesn’t cost more.

Why are these the only things

it appears that we can afford.?.

Call me nuts now baby

but if maybe we stayed

there'd be other sparks...

yes but listen,

who needs a spark's blaze outside of

what we're feeling in our hearts...

Light shines within, true.

Even when, boo

we're out walking in the dark...

Call it what you will but call it now

and without doubt we'll have won.

yes but listen...

there's no fate.

Just what we make of our hand...

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truth is this is for your cool...

Every argument we had.

Some things just don't mean a thing.

They're there and that's just that.

Yes but somethings do.

Our love's the truth.

It means a lot and it’ll last...

Maybe it sounds crazy

But some days I swear I miss the pain...

I been so thirsty for your voice

I swear I hear it every time it rains...

Maybe what we're left is right

and all we think is right is wrong...

Yes but listen,

just lip kissin’ up not down -is the norm.

kick down a frown when you feel down

the proper opening, baby, is formed…

Many underrate it or equate it

with a hot summer day's shade and

We'll be feeling better 'bout it.

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Boo true, it will without doubt fix

All that we be ailing of

break it down, let up above

do what it do until it's done—

That's when finally we’ll have won.

It's chilly.

Yeah I feel it.

Turn the heat on don’t just get your coat.

This can't be our move:

times get hard boo

Yes but, we must keep out the cold.

Maybe now baby. Maybe now baby.

Maybe now baby. Maybe now baby.

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27.

More for Your Money.

She had a

more for your money smile.

A more for your money style.

Get her alone?

And it be most well worth

a brothas while.

Standing at the end of a dark bar

and I seen

that booty boomin' so loud swear I

heard it scream.

So I took her to my humble home.

In no time flat she jumped my bone.

Took me from bank trump

to satisfied but with outstanding loans.

Musta seen me comin' what a woman,

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too much.

In hindsight? Yeah I'd take her back

And you know for what.

Her love was low but a lot.

She'd give back what she got.

A deadly serious type...

with something mean deep inside.

Thought I'd tame her

couldn't blame her

for what she'd been through

made her such an evil lady be el zaboo.

She had a

more for your money face.

Lips of bitter evil grace.

If I had my choice? With her I'd

populate the human race.

Thoughts flyin' through my mind

of the kind you might think.

Thought, 'Yeah. She one strange freak

but won't quit on me.

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Her love was on a shelf.

Trusted nothing but herself.

She was pure evil. Be el za beeble.

The Devil's straight kin elf.

Thought I'd tame her.

Couldn't blame her

for all that she’d seen.

But she's upwardly mobile

and ain't feelin' a local like me.

____________

Benighted skin. Belighted in.

That's all I wanted to tell her: the end.

If she'd just... remember that?

Evil would be nothing more see

than the way she act.

______________

She had a



Marry the girl?

Your tribulations come before the trial.

She was standing

in pair of super low stretch jeans.

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With a

'Love don't impress me'

look

'but get at me if it's green'.

She had a

more for your money walk.

A more for your money talk.

So I got down.

But shoulda knowd she'd up and

leave me broke.

She was riding the fence

when I met her

and not feeling her own skin.

Her choice: believe a lasting love

or the hype of friends.

She had a



Think a divorce?

you'd lose it all even before you file.

She liked me

so she let me keep my favorite stuff.

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But took my fuzzy dice:

the car and house wasn't enough.

Well that's a more for your money

sista for you, nice.

Yes but that's my kind:

horseshit aside.

A grape Kool Aid super fine looker type.

Her too much was just enough...

sexy voice and the way she sang.

She was my favorite food:

pot roast, burnt french toast and deep

fried, cold, chicken wangs.

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28.

Be By Your Side /

My Boo & Her Smile.

You're the last on my mind

at night and that face?

Is the first I want to see

when the down breaks.

You're the end of a lifetime journey

and what's more?

The beginning of a winning I could never

afford...

When heat of hatred

in the matrix

is a day in the life?

I bask in your shade,

the cold calm of your eyes.

Give and get's the better bet

no, it's not do or die...

but it can seem to be where less of me

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I'm giving at times.

Its no big problem:

yeah boo

people argue & people fight.

But all I want to dos

get down with you & be by your side…

my boo and her smile...

You give…

Everything I want & I give it all back

You’re everything I need

Ah, boo ain’t nothing you lack.

So, take me further

undergirder of all of my plans.

You’re the woman that I need

& I’m glad to be your man...

It’s no big problem:

Yes boo

people argue & people fight.

But all I want to dos

get down with you & be by your side…

my boo & her smile…

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30.

Better a Fool for Love not Money.

Thought you made a fool of me

and girl you were right.

But better a fool for love not money.

Yeah,

honey love's check just bounced tonight.

You said

your love was that black diamond

that everlasting

would sparkle in my life.

But,

your cut glass ass just wasnt meant to last.

Step like you know girl get outta my sight.

Better a fool for love than money.

The money's hard to get back.


So baby boo best watch how you act.


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Understand that's a fact.


You ain't Jill and hell naw I ain't Jack.

You told your friends

that I was crazy in love with you:

that it was just a matter of time.

Well love has been known

to make a grown man foolish

but Cupid never again

ain't gone make a brotha blind.

So now you're trying hard to figure

how I knew

that you never ever meant me no good.

Well let me tell you

Allah ain't never ever liked ugly.

When there’s a Jinn in your mix?

Man, best bet’s knock on wood.


The money's hard to get back.


So baby boo best watch how you act.


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Understand that's a fact.


You ain't Jill and hell naw I ain't jack.

Yep. Yep.

I was a fool for love,

but that’s all you got.

& by the way girl:

maybe you learned a lot.

You been bought & sold

You shoulda watched the polls

I’m getting by so why settle for a upset ho.

Love’s just a little too expensive today.

You toyed with my heart

without being allowed to play.

Thought you’d leave me heart-broke

Without a dime, thought you was clever.

Sorry (Sorry) Nope (Nope) Never.

Thought you'd made a fool of me.

But girl you were wrong.

So I shed a few tears but now I've

bounced back baby.

Patience has its reward I'm mos def

standing strong.

I'm past the rose colored lenses

and offenses you brought me.

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I'm past the blues you brought too.

More than that let me tell you...

I'm light years way past loving you (or, at

least getting there).

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31.

Much As Possible.

Much as possible.

It's plausible.

It's what you got a closet full.

You say that that's some

horse & bull

when I say I love you.

I'm no extremist.

I get squeamish

with too much of anything it's

just when

I'm at home with you & me?

that's all I'd want a love to be...

Much as possible.

Never too much.

Much as possible.

All I'd need is your touch.

Much as possible.

What ever goes down —the key?

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is much as possible:

I'll love you you love me.

Much as possible.

It's rational.

Go out & get your gat (some would).

Wool over your eyes they will pull

with the words 'I love you'.

I'm no extremist

but appears it's

revelry you want from me it's

better love within your means.

Too much? It ruins everything.

Much as possible.

Just trust your boo.

Much as possible.

& I'll trust you.

Much as possible.

What ever happens the key?

is much as possible.

I'll love you you love me.

When you love? best bet you bet

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your life.

Love's a round mound

deep down.

It's not a knife.

Make enough money?

Life gets funny.

Don't make much sense

but she's going with me...

As long as our pockets are

fat with love?

that’s all that a brotha is focused on

Stay down

or

at least getting there.

Stay Black

you won't lose me don't be scared.

We'll be...

Much as possible.

It's feasible.

It's tickle taunt & teasible.

I'm needy & you're needable.

Just that basic’ly or nothing more.

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When it's not happening

it's going down.

Yes but listen, I’ll be around.

I'm no extremist

but the end?

When that's extreme?

I'm not offended.

& she can cook: check out them greens.

I follow her: & she follow me.

Bless your heart

but bottom line

nothing beats a trial but a failure in life

give me…

Much is possible. Never too much.

Much as possible.

All I need is your touch.

Much as possible.

What ever goes down

the key?

is much as possible.

I'll. Love. You. You. Love. Me.

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32.

Out There Mass / Othermass.

It was

the night before Christmas

and I was tuned out.

Christ-Lucifer's sanguine

exiled from my house.

Red and pink buried in the depths of hell:

hotheaded emotions of warring, as well.

No hot sauce on food to turn our lips red.

Nor to give us red liver spots...

turning us White as they spread.

Out there mass be that time

purple people relax and chill out.

w/gifts of purple, black and brown

found strewn throughout the house.

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A rebelrous event

that anticipates with harkening...

a return of seasons

where the days be darkening.

Black's flag of violet, black & brown

draped on an evergreen.

A better holiday is not clear

for Black people to find Black meaning.

Othermass we respeck twice yearly. From

the outset of the summer solstice, 6.21. to

6.26. of a given year & from the outset of

a winter solstice, 12.21. to 12.26. of a given

year. It respecks those dates because they

also represent a return or rebirth of

Islams Mudhe Savior & Jesus (no Christ),

they respective of a stark darkening of

seasons followed by a sunlit brown brite-

ning of seasons.

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the Black Pledge.

I pledge allegiance to basic blackness.

I'll bury all lies

and accept all universal factness.

I'll extend a hand & hold down the truth.

Once ascertained, found out, deduced.

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33.

We're East. They're West.

We're east. They're west.

We're hips. They're waste.

Mean of me maybe, but there be...

parameters with being free.

No, you can't do any old thing.


They're cursed. We're blessed.

But until we understand that truth...

we will lose, cursed and forsooth.

I'm slow but not dead, I'm alive.

And when I wake you'll realize...


We're pyramids. They're less.

We built from bottom, better means

of living, loving, doing things.

They Trickled-Down

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& lost their ass.

Their stocks,

their bonds-

everything that lasts.


We're same race. They're same sex

We chill. They rage.

Tell me—_who belongs in a cage?

Yes but east be from and west is to.

Of mind—

where will you go when through?

Low-tech trumps hi, so let's return.

And when we do? no flames, they’ll burn.


We heal. They fetch.

They're Jake. We're Boo.

They get high. We get low.

We survive and fashionably.

They are simply in the way.

Irresistible their force.

But immovable, we be their source.

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They can't live with or without us.

Let them die—_we've had enough.

North South East & West enslaved us.

To words

which describe no hips thighs or butts.

Identity lost

we gave in & gave up.

They made us hate our name—

Black is Negus, Nigga.

Flip and reverse their directions,

all the words and stuff.

Keep an exogenous mind,

so that you think outside the box.

Extegrate

dont integrate into their flaming house.

Understand

that African north is really south.

Black Woman. Black Man.

It’s past time that we spoke out.

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They’re hell’s slaves;

We’re pearadise’s free men.

The righteous are wicked.

They heatedly rise.

They make mischief, yes but listen

don’t panic, they invariably die.

Leftists laying low

are chilled out and most just,

those dynamics they survive & thrive

they coalesce & they muster.

The right is strange & wrong, this is seen.

The left is good & strong, get hips.

A better way is just not clear.

We’re east. They’re west.

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34.

Aiolet.

Africans

had an affinity

for the pyramids.

We'd breed

Body & mind

Society— that behind

like the pyramids.

Garvey gave us

red black & green.

Yes but

when truth be told?

redneck red is obscene.

It along with blue eyes?

is DNA foul.

If Garvey was alive

he'd give us #melanin's

violet black & brown.

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Get down.

Get down.

with melanin: violet black & brown.

Get down. Yes understand

Violet is the Aiolet of pyramids.

Africans

had the melanin

that kept us alive.

We built all civilization.

Then through slavery with bravery

we survived & thrived.

Allah made us

to keep the gate shut.

Don't let them out.

No not out of the bottle

this jinnie we've coddled, far too long.

Get down

Get down

with melanin: violet black & brown.

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Get down

Yes understand

Violet is the Aiolet of pyramids.

Get down

Get down

with melanin violet black & brown.

Get down

Yes understand

violet is shaped entirely like pyramids.

Violet is Aiolet.

Red is Ved— it’s inversion.

One is the light.

One is the lie.

Guides to paradise or to hell incursion.

Exversion,

Excursion & Blacklight Immersion

Save us from them & ourselves.

Heat rises & dies.

Chill stays grounded, survives.

Fact or lie?

Truth between: choose well.

[Refrain Played Out]

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35.

Better Being /

Down with the Grapes.

Why.

Do you wonna die?

Young Black man...

Young Black woman, too.

Yes, I see you.

I know where you're at

& what you're going through.

Do for one another-

that's what's the thing to do

but still you choose to

Die.

Naw, it's not the weed or wine.

Not when Yankees drink

& still they livin to see 25.

Why's the best you feel you can do

is 'survive'?

Truth is

prosperity's a road:

that goes just where you drive.

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Nose & shoulder to the grindstone

find your way home

& you survive, get by & thrive.

But why do you live to die?

Young Black man.

Young Black woman, too.

Two young super fools.

Could it be

too many times you've seen...

the heart break

& failing of your mama's

& your daddy's dreams...

Did someone tell you it's too late?

Was lovin you too hard than easy hate?

Did what resolve you have… up &

disapate? I've been there. I can relate.

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Do you know

Why.

Knowing why won't do a thing.

Yes but listen.

When you understand that?

the prince will be a king…

You'll fight to be together &

never disrespect your queen…

w/basic Blackness ever your guide

your eyes will be so far seeing…

Yes the future is unclear

but you see through them

& that's their fear...

That you outdo for you

until done & they just disappear…

Yes but it appears by my lights

With all your being & seeing?

stay down with the Grapes I’m giving...

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36.

Black Light.

Black Light.

It gives life.

To all things that be.

Black Light.

Strengthen sight.

Bones & Biology.

Ultraviolet. Melanitus.

Seratonin & Dopamine.

Our coordination

is what they gave us—

but them yanks can’t find the beat.

I heard them.

In Ferguson.

They called us ‘monkeys’ & all.

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In Charlottesville.

I’d had my fill.

They called us ‘movement

from the bowels’.

Well, I AM the shit.

But that’s not what

they meant.

But when we fertilize

that ground?

They ain’t

complainin’

or abstainin’—

they eat the shit

that grows out.

From the seeds we sow…

the trees we grow…

the leaves we blow…

from the grass we mow…

From mud to shit…

the Black Light gives it…

Gives man the life he lives…

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His woman all her kids.

Black Light.

It gives life-

to all things that be.

Black Light.

Strengthen Sight.

Bones & Biology.



Our coordination.

Is what they gave us.

still them yanks can’t find the beat.

Sat down…

Checked out a dictionary…

It said,

‘Black’s foul’— that’s so sick.

Held back, then said to myself,

‘When is they gone quit?’

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tellin’ White Lies

about

the Black Light:

Infrared’s dead & purple lives.

The red-white nation?

Is a contagion.

Purple - Blackness all life gives.

From the seeds we sow…

the trees we grow…

the leaves we blow…

from the grass we mow…

from mud to shit…

the Black Light gives it…

Gives man the life he lives…

His woman all her kids…

Black Light.

It gives life. To all things that be.

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Black Light.

Strengthen Sight.

Bones & Biology.



Our coordination.


still them yanks can’t find the beat.

Black Light.

It gives life.

To all things that be.

Black Light.

Strengthen Sight.

Bones & Biology.



Our orientation.


But them yanks a bunch of freaks.

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37.

Winning.

When you’re winning?

there’s no beginning or ending.

To & from to get it done:

that’s your only mission.

Yes but,

‘why’ I ask am I

& I don’t wonna admit it—

told ‘V for ‘Victory’

beats ‘A for ‘Ass’ that I’m kickin?

Win or lose— it’s the same.

When you choose— cash or fame.

Put your money where your mouth

be & bruh, don’t be a lame.

The fade of fame it inflames.

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Ruddy ridiculous games.

but,

cash chills out & on that route?

Holds you down & keeps you sane.


No up or down you’re between it.

Yes but, get down or you proceed:

the one that carries your interest.

There’s fruit & root.

You can eat both.

There they are on a platter.

Yes but,

from one there comes the other—

Choose the former or latter.

Winning’s no skin off my lips.

Winning’s darkness of Egypt.

Winning’s fact without a tip.

Guzzle it or take a dip - sip.

Choose one way. Bury the other.

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Word to fathers & the mothers.

They’re the ones that run the race.

Rase children even when late.

When you’re winning.

No up or down— comprehend it.

My name is Bennet.

I’m not in it.

I’m just watchin’ y’all spinnin’

Not doin’ too bad.

Gave what I’d had.

I get better by the minute.

Out of the fire

you desire—

yes but watch out for the fry - pan.


You get down or front pretending.

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I’m gone get down.

Front away clown—

Ain’t no way you can defend it.

I’m gone get out you stay in though

if you suppose you are winning.

My aspirations

last long past your inspiration’s

extinction.

That’s winning.

Maybe you learned something—

& since

what we’d want is understanding,

I’ll give. Maybe you’ll get it.

Give it back to those who lack—

I’m one of those must admit it.

Love Respect. Reciprocity:

Those two will do & I’m finished.

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Winning’s

no meat off my hips.

Winning’s

a deep groovey dip.

Winning’s

no scraped knee— when scrappin’:

when not going down then its hapnin.

It’s not clear but what I’d say’s,

‘burn out the night

burn out the day’.

Winning is the smallest part ⁒

broad you end, broad never start ⸫

[winning :: played out]

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