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We done had the first laugh
But where the fuck was any of y’all ass at?
Where was the high ground from which the toil and history was viewed?
And the view so clear the ease with which y’all could pick out exactly which
stories and accomplishments to steal you had enough to ball for generations
Where the fuck was y’all at?
But now, my arm’s outstretched, like my mother’s arms, outstretched like her
mother’s arms, outstretched permanently in position to fire, opened to welcome
the searing, a federal facilitation, of the first true day of history
(Where is that hill so we can raze it)
This is how we will reach the twilight of that day
Knowing yet still filth will argue that it creates balance in its way
Knowing still
We finna have the last laugh