20
Dec
No Title
What is love to me?
What is love to you?
A couple dollars in ya pocket.
Some hoes to screw.
A lil bit of pain and spilled blood,
Your dreams and aspirations covered in mud.
See,
It’s hard to love and easy to be loved. Every bird that fly ain’t a dove.
Even Satan had wings.
Even Judas betrayed.
This land is full of slaves. Subconsciously building their graves.
Pick out the lot then lay in it.
The culprit of death is vanity.
That’s who did it.
Buried with a fitted,
2 Chainz,
And a duffle bag.
To hold every lil penny you ever had.
Helmet on so we don’t crash.
This roller coaster moving too fast.
So what do we do?
Take the BlackStar and ride on.
Black people unite.
3 eyes plus 5 dimensions.
8th light.
Black people to be free.
Mos Def.
Certainly.
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