| Wen I speak
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| Do you feel weak
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| Wen you hear my thoughts
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| Do you feel caught in the web of hopelessness
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| Wen I say black
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| Do you feel its an attack
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| Or a lack of understandin' on my part
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| Or just wrath
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| Comin' from me do you see
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| Me
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| As a treat to your safety
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| Wen I say whitey
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| Do you consider dat bigotry
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| If I say I cared not about politics
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| Would you consider me an anarchist
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| If I say no to religion
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| Wold that be considered
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| An extension
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| Of my misconcepton
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| About what u think of me
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| Do you see what I mean
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| If I said I didn’t smoke
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| Or take coke
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| Would you take it for a joke
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| And cry then wonder why I told such a lie
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| Are you upset because my poems sometimes make you fret
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| About the future of things to come
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| Would you call me a brute
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| If I wore a suit
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| Or said I was cute
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| Do you think I would be a better writer
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| If my poems were lighter
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| Spoke more about nature
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| Or some adventure
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| That gave me pleasure
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| Would you love me more
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| If I spoke less about the poor
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| And talked about the women I adore
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| Now after listenin' to this
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| Are you lookin' for a twist
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| Or just another rhyme
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| In the next line
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| Thew solutions that you seek
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| Will not be in the streak
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| Of a pen or even ten line
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| Of mine
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| The problems are the same
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| But don’t blame me because I see
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| That part of reality
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| That pains
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| And stains the heart
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| I came into this life
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| With neither guns or knives
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| I made no laws
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| With all its flaws
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| About black and white
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| And whats wrong from whats right
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| I speak I write of what I see
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| Of men holdin' men in slavery
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| Of color class and greed
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| So don’t blame me if wen I speak
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| You do feel weak
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| I did not create
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| Tell me this now
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| Would u accuse me of causin' a riot
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| If I was
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| Quiet
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| Would you |