I see no changes. wake up in the morning and I ask myself, "Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?" I'm tired of being poor, and even worse, I'm black. My stomach hurts, so I'm looking for a purse to snatch.
Listen here, previously owned american slave, you shit-skinned pickanninnie, you nigro, jigaboo-ass monkeyman, I don't need your spook ass runnin around spreddin your shit. So take your spear-chuckin jungle bunnie ass back to the fields, or else I'll take you and all your niglette kids down to the tree and make Mississippi windchimes out of ya.
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Fuckin klan bait.
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