In the dark and musty tomes
I roam
Scanning the bindings of dead mens gets
till finally one catches my eye
Anger rises high

I yank out the periodical
written by misinformed souls
open to page
KKK
see what "The Prejudice" is sayin today.

Oh Wow, now it's cool to be black
and you say my kinks are cute?
Who the heck asked you?

I rummage through your foul matter
you have the nerve to speak
of the black expierence,
like knowing my past
gives you an extra tip!?
Anger Rises
Feels like my cranium's gonna rip.

When you open your mouth
deceit flys forth
you don't deserve my breath
head back up north.

Don't patronize me, I don't need ya pity
Don't patronize me, don't call me pretty
I surpassed your levels long ago
My raisin' deems I must be cordial
but don't play wit me, my nicety has a leash
don't play wit me or I'll release the beast.

You'll never understand my mindset
cause you'll never know how high my mind gets
like
coming from the schools of learning, sending off to war and mourning?

Nah
Here, royal blood flows
my mind
education knows.

As far as your higher echelon,
I've moved way beyond.

Anger Rises
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