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My wall
My wall is a garden of dark marks
Interwoven strokes rapturously posted up
Not ruins, but still sutured to a
Corrupt culture awaiting chances at its deconstruction
My whole family stillborn in the cut
Living, working, dying as your
Laborers yet labeled "non-essential" by you fucks

Your wall's imported
Pretty sure you used the word "glorious"
But you can't both use and ignore us
Or fuck and pretend to adore us
What type of love is only true in its desire to stay hateful?
What type of world did you think you
Birthed where you thought I would be grateful?
You really thought I would be grateful?
You thought!
You thought!
You thought!
You thought!

I overanalyzed the size of the affect
Of life as a mark and an object of disrespect
Remade in H.I.S. image,
Redacted, refitted for symmetry
But over the border my
Future's free of that conspiracy

Wishing to keep your threats well-kept
As your weaponized debt is your wall, my nigga
My wall's the earth and more than the
Dirt you tried to sweep up under the rug, my nigga
You gentrified a whole continent
With a whip on some hand-over-fist shit, nigga
Tell me, am I still the embodiment of
The evil that your daddy did live, nigga?



Credits
Writer(s): Soul Glo
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