Two coons in a loft looked at other and said when laughing with glee they cried glad
High five we are going to get paid
Below them cried man and woman no mercy, no clemency, no, no, no
Mom rocked the mic and said save me Lord and cried Jesus please
Not knowing the coons tears flowed and formed two rivers of red, black tribe of Cherokee and Black creek together one
Ceaseless insults the coons hissed with indignancy and said us and God said none
Blab Blab came the pretended poorless splattering more dirt and incriminating the so-called righteous
Children become grown when a time of continuous falls have accumulated of worth over the age of 21 years and more or when fruit has ripened and became
Race to Race and they both looked the same a pack of vicious non-working assets that covet the all and work the none
By
Felicia McCaw
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