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-formally known as Revolutionary X
This ladies and Gentlemen, is my portrayed story of surviving the many poisons that is, Racism. I grew into a hateful being but in the end, I understood my fellow man, he bled just like me. Numerous Vials of hate I had to live off of throughout my life, now I live with Vials of peace, and self knoweledge. Check the philosophy.
Temples of Prejudice
Scout the devils temples and corridors with many doors
He sits on the throne of temptation, mockin' human warlords
Sharpened swords pinned on damp brick walls, while grace falls
Like sweat on human pores on course, souls venture without laws
Shades of colors White, Black, and Brown blind folk with hate
Souls who wanted true liberation inspiration, but got dealt by fate
Klan robes and hoods and Pan-Afrikan flags reside in tombs
Filled with nauseous fumes that corrode rooms with volumes
Mixture of a race wars to fill the pages of a New Slavery lore
Tortured souls who wanted no more pain, limbs and mind tore
Black and Caucasian saints paint portraits of peace and reality
Through the phases of love and understanding came this capacity
Along with many others we prevailed, broke through satans cells
Outside, grass was greener and slightly lively, heard freedoms bells
Burnt ropes at gallows with my fellows of another color tint, time spent
With them caused intelligence to expand with fellow man, check the print
Far from propaganda and corrupted rights from miranda with dirtied badges
My soul latches to co-existence that once kept distance from subsistence
Now with assistance, we battle hate with many amounts of resistance.
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