truth be told
struggle I know we know you know struggle we know struggle like it was brand name we know struggle like the scars on body's beaten from trying to find the underground railroad. struggle we know struggle like church hymns on Sunday that give us strength for Monday we know struggle climbing to places with no crystal staircase still we grow and proud and eat well. Truth be told when slaves were sold so was our history truth be told unsolved mysteries. truth be told for the people negros and Latinos blessed by Jehovah until the mixing of cocaine and baking soda I thought the struggle was over.
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