(Jamal) Growing up I never pictured a white picket fence I was surrounded by a chain link fence and duplexes made from bricks I played sports in school and stayed away from my cousins that banged but that made no difference in the end they still saw me the same I found a way out and made it to a college down south where my talents were extorted for a diploma,desk job and 9-5 that barely provides Mama said I’m so proud of you she thinks I’m great because the man gave me a laminated paper with my name attached to it Little does she understand that this paper is just a passport to his land where I’ll never have a claim or a building bearing my name in layman terms a modern slave So now the race restarts and to win this one I must sacrifice my identity for a imposter who will be glorified as the best worker of my kind while I fight tears deep deep inside I have achieved it all the house with the white picket fence a wife with nice fake tits a son who is captain of the football team the Nashville blitz but what did I give for all this I gave me My culture my true identity to achieve what others said is the dream but it wasn’t my dream which leads me to this bridge beside this stream I had it all in your eyes but in mine I gave my self away honestly I’m quite ashamed but today is the day I catch this dog that went astray and go see father at the pearly gates and next time maybe I won’t sacrifice myself for a wasted exchange Dedicated to the so called Uncle Tom the ones who made it out the hood and had to adapt and conform to continue your progress I hope you find peace with yourself for killing your past and suppressing your culture
(Jamal)
Growing up I never pictured a white picket fence I was surrounded by a chain link fence and duplexes made from bricks 

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(Jamal) Growing up I never pictured a white picket fence I was surrounded by a chain link fence and duplexes made from bricks I played sports in school and stayed away from my cousins that banged but that made no difference in the end they still saw me the same I found a way out and made it to a college down south where my talents were extorted for a diploma,desk job and 9-5 that barely provides Mama said I’m so proud of you she thinks I’m great because the man gave me a laminated paper with my name attached to it Little does she understand that this paper is just a passport to his land where I’ll never have a claim or a building bearing my name in layman terms a modern slave So now the race restarts and to win this one I must sacrifice my identity for a imposter who will be glorified as the best worker of my kind while I fight tears deep deep inside I have achieved it all the house with the white picket fence a wife with nice fake tits a son who is captain of the football team the Nashville blitz but what did I give for all this I gave me My culture my true identity to achieve what others said is the dream but it wasn’t my dream which leads me to this bridge beside this stream I had it all in your eyes but in mine I gave my self away honestly I’m quite ashamed but today is the day I catch this dog that went astray and go see father at the pearly gates and next time maybe I won’t sacrifice myself for a wasted exchange Dedicated to the so called Uncle Tom the ones who made it out the hood and had to adapt and conform to continue your progress I hope you find peace with yourself for killing your past and suppressing your culture

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