Hope

Hope

The white
man

Called it
a hunt

Took me
to faraway
lands

You carry
whats stickin
on you

The view
wonderful

They call
it the
“Spartacus Show”

You need
to kill

The man
across

A piece
of bread

Comes to
you

And a
night too

Tomorrow, it
might be
you

Whose on
the other
end

Of the
spear

Man, this is
a black
man’s story

You must
never go
through

I promise
to play
my part

And lay
the road
ahead

With somethin
they call
as “Hope”

Caution: This might be all theory

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