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September is a curse / A little dirty anti-black month made in hell / Biko died in September / Now blacks a jollying with White Monopoly Capital / Peter Tosh died in September / Still Weed is a secret / POQO born but died in a way / No wonder we are not free / If its not the chains its the credit cards / We sign in to read more »
It's getting dark, hold me / I am just a little child longing for your love / It was never a journey / But a hell full of hate / to live destitute even in abundance / tell me you love me / maybe love is stronger than pain / stronger than memories / of a bitter path walked in abeyance / can I wake up from sign in to read more »
Scars are vultures / They linger around for my death / To tear me apart in decay / The streets never embraced / The pain and the sorrow / Of a life spend in the mute pursuit / Of something richer / Time changes / New dawns arrive unabated / The moon and the sun / Locked in a constant race / It rains in summers sign in to read more »
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