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 Who's religion is the right religion? How do we make this Godly decision? How do we know the Jews aren't right for waiting for the first com... [read more] |
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Every time we get a new black lawyer up here its the same old story all he really wants is the white women and the glory Michael for instan... [read more] |
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Let me grab my pipe & tell ya'll a story 'bout dis dame it was so long ago I almost forgot her name 'Amazing Grace', yeah dats it, now I... [read more] |
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Lord, why does my mother throw me so many curves one minute she is nice the next I am getting on her nerves she makes me feel like I do ever... [read more] |
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"Aw hell naw!" Dis mafaka just stepped on my foot and didn't even turn and look to see if I was cool damn that shit is rude its like he don... [read more] |
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They told me ol'boy was pissed but I didn't think he'd go out like this all I hear is people scream'n I swear this feels like I'm dream'n I... [read more] |
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Brown and lovely is what they call me a trophy any sista would want in her hands but the white skin is what she chooses and this I can't und... [read more] |
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I am tired fed up with blaming another race for the problems I suffer cuz of the color of my face I tired fed up of hearing white man this w... [read more] |
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So what if I killed him that don't got nuth'n to do with the music I listen to So what if they rap about street life the reason I shot him... [read more] |
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heeding your call I jump heedless under your spell. [read more] |
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Opening her pale blue eyes slowly, she found herself gazing up at the most curious of sights... Her dark, elegant lashes lay softly against... [read more] |
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They said we were so different Yet how could I forget They said we shouldn't be together And that we would regret... Regret that we were so... [read more] |
 There I was in Manhattan thirty-two years ago, cupping my hands to my mouth and shouting over and over, "Hello out there! Hello out there!... [read more] |
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With swirling colors of sand, Reflecting in the bright sun, With gates and soaring towers, The sand castle stood strong. The arches and doo... [read more] |
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Excerpts from the author's 'The Almight Abusive Father of Terrorism' I. Crushed or Contrite? The Thirty-Fourth Psalm of David was probably... [read more] |