I seek freedom, I seek the tangible. To break free of your shit eating mandible. To slip through the cracks of the steel box, I've been granted. This structure of poor craftsmanship. I am a man and person before my hue. My blackness is not for you to use. I bare, no bitter fruits, but you will not benefit from my labor. My memory will have to fade. And if the seeds that I've sown continue to grow. You will know as you've always known, and I will have moved on.

Geronimo Alejandro Ramirez. From the Midwest. Music is expression. 

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