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There were times I was a sailor
A healer or a tailor
There were times I was the lunatic next door
There were times I stuck hand out
I was not afraid to stand out
While you were sleeping, I slipped away. I was told to never trust a flatterer; unfortunately an enchanter is who came along
As Malcolm held in his dark arms
the artillery of force,
And Martin yelled with some alarm
his words with no remorse.
Two black men of great esteem
causing quite the scare,