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I'm a sexy bitch. Not a witch, Not a hitch, Or even a switch, But one sexy Bitch! 1/3/00 | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Pain Verses1,2, & 3 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Verse 1 If you only understood What I hear at night in my dreams. All the yells, moans of pain. And the torturers screams. The pain of the black man Is the same as The white man's pain. The only difference is The pigment of the skin. Only if the man on the -- pain -- The throne understood. Pain is all he comprhends. Anxieties of the physical body That's it. Pain, ripping of flesh by the lashes They are dripping with the Red fluid Of the black man, the white man, the red man, the yellow man, the brown man. The only man impartial Is the man in the Black Mask, He Understands the meaning of Pain. Verse 2 Yes, the Man in the Black mask understands. He also likes scars. Pain and Scars. Only if he could spread joy. But no, just pain. Scars on my Back. Scars on my Legs. Scars on my Chest. These are just the beginning. I cannot function anymore. but I can walk, talk and do math. I cannot function. My mother long forgotten, Visits me in my dreams. She laughs at my scars. I beg her not to, But she persists. I tell her not to Then she begins to beat me. Pain and Scars I cannot function any more. Verse 3 This verse can be found at Blah Blah Blah | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| We can languish once more | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
We can languish once more, | But gentle youth weeps eternal To feast on black mirth. Why groan with extreme folly? If conquest of others souls is thy art, Soar in transparent meloncholy, Meditate from excess, So thee shalt nourish constant affection Whereby passion do conceal God and Sin.
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