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Langdon Troy
Langdon Troy
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Malcolm TT Nehanda
Malcolm TT Nehanda
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Malcolm I've been trying to call Ü For 5 days now what is going on I don't understand why Ü can't just Text or call I miss Ü so so much Malcy Feel like I'm the mandem with the Biggest problems I'm seeing why M X plus C couldn't Begin to solve them One of homies doing time cause he Forgot a condom Parental penitentiary's got him inside The biggest bondage & Poverty's one of the reasons I don't See the bottom It's like Ü got to start from Somewhere so your seed can Blossom Pocket money tree's got falling leaves With like we was stealing wallets Poseidon's God Children dripping in A sea of dollars We in the game to make the white Man stare Make the black man dare to dream About the profit Designer clothing means nothing if All my brodies Aren't living inside a mansion and Making their own deposits But here's the thing when in a black Mans case The Black man doesn't wanna see a Black elevate, he hates His own race like the white man Plagued And paved with slave chains what We're calling our fate But our mentality is sinister, every Other Minister's making away with Integers they weren't even Contributors Dishonoring all the beggars & Workers more in particular They're wasting people's wages Corruption in every signature My grandmother's been serving Since the time of dorm passes... She became a nurse while we were Still segregated in classes How my heart shatters cause I Wanna build a house for her My fame will never stop the fact that age has clear gotten her 1948 my mother's mother took her First breath When she was born they hadn't put A man in space yet Do Ü understand how long my Gran's been getting paychecks? But at 75 years old she was relying On weekly wages If Ü & I were to become general practitioners We'd spend 7 years learning Endoplasmic reticulum Now imagine paying tax so that a Minister Can buy another Porsche while your Student debts getting heavier What a world we live in, what a time To be in A Virus got niggas scared of their Children when they be sneezing Isis but niggas worried bout Jada and Who she be in Crisis and hunger stricken I'm Feeling for kids Yemen Check the statistics, South African Men been killing More women and children then any Corona victim More women and children then all The rapists in prison But the government is chilling Too focused on stealing millions Stop Taking advice from people Who could never learn what they Teach Ü Dig into what they dish Ü Or practice the shxt they preach Ü A broke nigga can't teach how to get Rich fool Ü wouldn't pray to God if he didn't Know how to bless Ü Ü been broken too many times cause Too many words impress Ü Remembering all the birthdays of People who will forget Ü It's kinda crazy just looking at what I Been through It's like squaring up with death made Me tap into my potential I wanna grind until people call it an Issue Up the smoke & have em saying that Malcy something's possessed Ü Ü wouldn't write the letter if Ü knew Who it was addressed to Wrote the devil a letter instructing Him to be careful Abigail wanna know why I ain't Talking Abigail Abigail Abigail wanna know why I ain't Talking Abigail Abigail Abigail wanna know why I ain't Talking Abigail Abigail Abigail wanna know why I ain't Talking Abigail Abigail
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