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| "Politically Correct" Don't wanna hear anymore promises from the President or his friends on Capital Hill... everytime they open their mouth we get the raw end of a deal... Politicians lying... while innocence are dying... lawmakers conducting their own revisions... we would be foolish to think it will get any better... Separate but Equal... they say... sixty years of civil destruction... they caused... promises to black folks that they were going to indemnify for the chains, whips, lynching, burned crosses and cotton fields... impossible... paying us back our 40 acres they swore... Affirmative Action... Welfare... they created... come on people... to keep us down not elevated... Spreading the news on TV about a brother and his problems... manipulating the people to judge the differences into a conviction... yet... are we going to another country trying to take what's not ours... with no acceptions... no debates... die or accept our dictate?!!!! Cops locking us up for bogus charges... crimes we didn't commit... lessoning our demeanor in society with police files that aren't right... for lack of evidence... just another cover up strategy... and they call this repenting Dear Father... I pray for piece and serenity... guidance and grace.... mental capabilities to understand and forgive the inadequacies of the human race.... (c) 2004 Lacretia Johnson |
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