Slaves blood in my veins roaring silently
Trial after death
Presently you should respect me
And my heart because it's mine
Culturally existing through ancestry
As King a Man
10 fingers 2 hands
my pen to paper I use to command
Imagery for you to understand
My each step has a plan
and I've walked further
than 100 Freedom Fighters holding hands
Initializing the memories
To keep stable the stance
No longer B-boy
that was used as a decoy
Now I'm employed
Maintaining my character that's
Too Hard to Annoy
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