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Sir. Sir I'm sorry
You have to excuse him
He lived in a different time
As if the words he just uttered
That disrespected my fathers
That degraded my skin
Made it OK
Because he came from back then
As if the look he just gave
With his snarl
And his gaze
Insulting my intelligence
All has relevance
In the past
As if the time from which he came
Just made it OK
To look at blacks like ni*ggers
OK so as a ni*gger
I say
My dignity and longanimity in my race will not enable me to speak
To a man with deluded dreams
And misplaced means of hate
See my proximity isn't determined by an ignorant start
My proximity is determined by my volant heart
So if you kept up with that
Then understand
His past didn't try to make me a ni*gger
His ignorance did                                          
vick