When we was little
Nobody could tell us that one day
Our life would end
We knew different then
Nobody could take our dreams
Down to the basement
Collect dust
Be ignored
Nobody punked us out of what was rightfully ours
If we didn't like the way you played
We took our ball and went home
No discussion came 'cause we knew
Our souls was bigger than
Compromise
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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