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making black history you, you inspire me to stoplights and hot combs and railroad brakes i think you might just be the first black in this american league you are my invention and i am putting a patent on this thing we are doing i am copyrighting these words my tongue pushes into your ear i want to make some black history with you be your harriet tubman and let you ride my underground railroad to freedom let you pass out in my arms exhausted i want you to lose your scent in my rivers want to be your safe house want you to come and wait inside me till slave catchers lose all track of you i wanna make some black history with you

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marvin k. white

be the first man to reach your north pole i want to find a million and one things to do with a peanut i want to make you proud to be negro black then i wanna make some black history with you sing songs about overcoming you and i shall want to lead your movement back to my africa where we bow down to trees and skies all god want to sit you between my knees while i find a chemical that sizzles the genetic code of your kinks have a million dollar madame cj kind of idea just by looking into your head i wanna make some black history with you want you to beg for mercy thurgood style in my supreme court want to write, rewrite and overturn legislation for you want to be your black antiquity

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last rights

watch saharan suns soak into your back as you make my ground pregnant want to bring forth a yam for you something sweet something red see i wanna make some black history with you want to run to texas every juneteenth and remind you that you are free i want to sit down and be rosa parks for you i want to be the seat for you you can ride the front of my bus i want you to take a hammer in hand and beat a tunnel through my mountains i want to take you back in time before hip hop before rhyme like busta i musta got off course but i’m hung like a‌ listen

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marvin k. white

i just wanna make some black history with you want you to come back into my village proud and pierced and scarred want everything you went out and gathered and brought home i wanna make something out of it want you to put everything in my pot and let me make the first gumbo want you to lick me from your fingers and i will make something that will stick to our ribs like legacy like family like a brown mama makin little brown babies for you i want to verse you in some things i think you should know makeba robeson dubois want you to make some noise like the choir up in harlem with all them cute little boys i want to be the worst part of you want to come visit you in jail

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hock my gold chain for bail oh hell let me be your prison rape your failed escape the bullet aimed at your necks nape want to be your mama in the kitchen burnin rice and you can be my daddy on the corner shootin dice see i just want to make some black history with you be the atlantic in your middle passage and swallow you before they slay or slave you be the america built on the back of you be brothers in the castro who wont talk to you i wanna be your invention want to patent this thing we do want to copyright these words my tongue pushes into your ear i want the world to know i was here with you makin some black history

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