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7 Nothing (Tribute to Lumumba-Malcom X) It’s nothing Only a wolf in sheep’s skin The posturing saint Dumb to his boys in the hood Passes them for a misguided few Have nothing With the four season chameleon A poisoned weed Growing tall above the crops Its thorns wind-dance in full view It’s nothing A handshake With a book called holy Wrapped in thorns and bombs Your blood’s spilled and sucked, no hue Say nothing You’re no beggar if you can You build on ‘yes’ With your foundation most deep Your people’s roots and rear view ...

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