Oh little dear Born without a silver spoon Blackened by the heat from a yellow ball With agony of the skin And cries from our mouth “Melanin, what is our crime?” Oh little dear Whelped and bred in the darkness of light In the blackness of darkness abide thee Waffling and babbling, ye claim to speak Maliciously with vitreous lens, ye survey the earth Mother Nature, why torment us? Oh little dear Sold to slavery, a suffragan people Like oil and water, immiscible with the whites Mentally psycho, bond by the chains of western westerners Amidst this, ye are sozzled Not with palmie, but… Oh little dear The say when there is life, hope is sure Yes! We are sozzled with hope Our hope lies in the never ending slumber What a silhouette of hope A hope silhouette Oh little dear Arise and shine, for thy light has come A glorious glory is risen upon thee The Maker has heard thy cries Even thy wafflings have the heavens embraced Freedom is come, free ...
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