We're black
And sharp
So cunning
Its a disease
Always finding a loop
To take others for a hoop
So greedy
We're heartless
Very impressionable
By the white
So religious
Its no fun
Not all good religions
Mind you
Most of us
With no integrity
Just have in mind
How to get the money
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Poems
PuisiFate Is just a gate Tat different dimensions open And a lot of people cope A sad little song Very softly sung A gate with many roads That all lead the same way A fickle belief With which many people grieve
