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The solitude
of greatness, the death of white powder, the intimacy just to stay alive, oh the white poison, to float on clouds, And the
devil who lived within, the sterilize needlepoint of death, as it retrieve greatness through the vain. The indoctrination
of slave to jazz, under all odds must be played; treated less than a man, and the blues junkies, who continued o befoul, the
greatness of musicians, nevertheless they took it as a man. A plate of freedom, a moment of freedom shall enhance the liberties
that have been generated through the blood of those who you stand upon their shoulders of greatness, a cup of antipathy shall
enlighten all those things, of greatness that lives within you, the saddle of a warriors, proclamation that can only be, subscribed
through your DNA. Oh by yet the mountains of yearnings that great endowment shall leave, prescriptions of great wealth. But
oh the fistful yearning shall forever win the battles of its cause. The shield of tears, shall be. The tears of joy, implemented
through the struggles and hardships, that one day be your glory. Oh this list less journey, purpose by the struggles and commitment
of change, shall bring forth great witness upon the world. Oh shields of laughter shall smile, when the journey was granted
though sweat and tears. Oh but a penny is not gold, and a nickel is not silver, but the struggles of a warrior is worth a
diamond of its hard work and achievement of self and soul. The burning buildings, and t he gun shot rings, the planted death
chants, that live upon your door, but I shall rise in the morning, as those before me, the ghettos of the slave masters reformat,
is not much different today, oh the chains are heavy upon my mind, and the weight have challenged
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