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The Greatest threat to the Blackman is the Blackman

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Everything must start, if it must finish

Today you are wise, tomorrow foolish

Sometimes we chop pleasure, so we can starve pain

Yet we are never satisfied till blood rains

Everyone's afraid to connect

Anywhere we go, we infect

Our flag has been dragged through the mud, desecrated

Our heroes past, forgotten and discriminated

Our fathers are too old to farm food for the hungry tummy's

But not old enough to ejaculate hate, creating so many angry mummies

Patriarchy

The father of anarchy

Nobody takes the youth serious, all they care about is five minutes cumin

Why bother, it's not like the future is ever coming

One Africa to Another, painting their black with red

Their crime, seeking the face of their own kin, for their daily bread

The streets of South Africa is filled with human ashes

In Libya, Africans are selling their kind, laughing and pissing on their wishes

What kind of spell is the black man under

Anytime we decide to unite, it's for violence and murder

Even against our own kind

Yet when it concerns the true oppressors and racists, we turn blind

Africa unite

Africa nay, urinate


The greatest threat to the black man is the black man.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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