How Dare You. pin my body to the cold floor as you grasp my clothes grope my body suffocate crowd congest me. Take My Breath — you want my being destroyed. if it can’t be for your profit for your consumption for my 2.75. then you beat me and take me from home as if my train stop at the hood I’ve known since I came out the womb is your slave coast. my empty wallet and my Mama’s unpaid bills is your excuse that my body isn’t worthy of life. How Dare You. The next stop is Jay St. MetroTech Stand clear of the guns aimed at your chest [beat] we Black kids are something like a reincarnated Jamal Shabazz photograph from 1984 with a speaker in our bookbags buried beneath our textbooks and binders blasting our bro’s SoundCloud songs. he swears his beats are valid. coats zipped open so you can see how we matched the color of our hoodie to our Air Jordan 1s. walking the littered concrete flawlessly so our sneakers don’t crease. loud, youthful, talking shit
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