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We can invent |
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Kingdoms of our owngrand purple thrones, those chairs of lust& love we must, in beds of rust |
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Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams& muzak, |
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AM, rocks their dreams |
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No black men's pride to hoist the beamswhile mocking angels sift what seems |
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To be a collage of magazine dust |
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Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust |
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This is just jail for those who mustget up in the morning & fight for such |
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Unusable standards |
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While weeping maidens |
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Show-off penury & pout |
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Ravings for a mad staff |
