"How transparent do I have to be, to be taken serious by you? How vocal do you want me to scream? Doesn't my to the top of my lungs, gives me the inspiration to speak? Or, just ignored by the sound of your voice? What do you want from me that I'm not giving? Taxes and bullshit is what you feed me, and wonder why I'm screaming. The blackness of my heritage is being snuffed out by the hustle, just in various forms. How is it that you claim "White Power" or other bullshit that doesn't make you no different from me, cause like me you're struggling. And, it's sad to see as men of all colors can't come together and be really honest. How transparent do I have to be? What is it that makes me feel the loneliness, cause I'm urging to express before I close my eyes. Leave no stone unturned on the urge to express. Just I sometimes ask "How transparent do I have to be? Until I'm taken serious, on the words that comes out of my mouth."
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