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Jet-scaping across my land. You zig zag herer and therer and now you land. Down the stairwell into my soul, swole, my heart... it beats with you by its side. Closer. Closer to my dreams. Ha,ha.... just strummin.... Goapele is playin and I'm thinkin bout chu! Funny how... how my words like to run between the lines. You know the ones I'm talkin about. The phonetically, grammatically correct lines and kiss the potpourri of letters that squeeze next to eachother when I type... da ones dat soun' like dat <---- that. Yeahhhhhhh.... I just reread that post about me givin that white boy some money. That shit was serious. I was in there. Walkin with Bigger, Bessie, Mary, Jan and the Dalton's. Walking with the detectives and the raiding of all those innocent black people. I was in there. I was in there walking with my people's pain. Damn.