BUT THAT'S HIS SEVENTH AMENDMENT
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I wrote this in honor of black history month, also as a tribute for past protest fighting for the many black lives we unjustly lost to police brutality. LOL, I'm so sorry.
"There they were, the children of African kings and queens......"
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