long time ago the split began unknown to young ones stumbling blithly thinking right was white never knowing knowing there was some thing else some where...time came elders died and left alone in darkness young ones young no longer floundered left and right knowing only to be called a nigger by a nigger was the cruelest hurt of all.

some where over the rainbo way up high...thers a land that i know of...and a dream that i dreamed of once in a lullaby...somewher ovr the rainbow thers a land that i dream of...so?

...to feed ourselves  ...shadow borne

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