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i am real

do they see me Mama

i wonder why

you birthed me into this life

destined to live with litany of strife

it makes me want to cry

bawl out my eyes

I'm sorry

but i must sever country

southern complacent ties

i would rather fight and die

than rot from the inside

can you believe this Obama

do we share the way it feels

to have no time to heal

guns against Us constantly wield

an american sex appeal

hoods off

recycling the wheel

i wish to know nothing of

working a field

what about me goes unseen

could it be my bare humanity

destined dead

bound deceased


i am real

i am real

i am real

what about that don't they feel

made of illusion and magic

but i am real

i am real

i am real.

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