Tropical Rain Thoughts

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Sittting in the forest,

Daydreaming about a bowl of porridge. 

Goldie should be back with, 

So i'm going smoke some backwoods.

Just being patient like alot of blacks should. 

Our time is coming. 

Poverty will no longer be something.

Wealthiness wouldn't be nothing.

Though,

Whites and Blacks can never be equal.

One will be on top and the other will be back, it's all a sequal.

If i was on top i would bring up my amigos.

But see your peek can be your enemy. 

Money trees are the remedy.

I'll have a full metal jacket on when they send for me.

It's all in the history. 

When a black man power is too great, he must be put out his misery. 

Obama lives for the enitre but I'll live for me.

Who has your back forreal? 

Live free with nothing promised, that's the deal.

Your next breath is a guess, you could be killed. 

That's why they created hope and pure will.

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