1955

Sun, 11/20/2011 - 18:47 -- ppadmin

I was one of those slaves on a slave ship
we was children with AIDS and shit
they took ones
young ones
poor ones
consolidated increase incarcerated slaves
that she spoke of as threats
when they were the slaves masters with guns
we’re for vagueness
we cause hell, snow and rain
and Negro’s minds to break like earth quakes

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rogueromantic

it is a pain carried by some and just a memory to others. but we must keep our history in mind les we repeat itonce again. as the youth move on and speak the word "nigga" like water flowing in a stream. seems like they forget the history and foundation was made upon on the labor of the colored brother

abanesh

 and Negro’s minds to break like earth quakes good line bro! its great you are healthy now filtros industriales  colector de polvos  colectores de polvos

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