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Chanting of Ram hath become the greatest sham That morphs the fanatics into instant Bonds Giving em virtual license to maim and kill Marijuana is the antidote for virus called hatred 
Response to James Cone's "The Cross and The Lynching Tree"     I have the faith to hang upon Calvary but would I hang upon the Poplar tree. If by it I may set my sisters free
Is it a lynching? Is your body hanging like low, strange fruit Is your family strange fruit with you too On that tree, is there fallen leaves? Can you breathe?
If the streets could scream we would hear them say Our history bleeds and reveals the world at play The little children running in fear With adults yelling in their ears "You were born the wicked race"
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