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When I Die, The Consciousness I Carry I Will To Black People. May They Pick Me Apart And Take The Useful Parts, The Sweet Meat Of My Feelings. And Leave The Bitter Bullshit Rotten White Parts Alone.

In America, Black Is A Country.

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes.

Smile, Jew. Dance, Jew. Tell Me You Love Me, Jew...i Got The Extermination Blues, Jewboys. I Got The Hitler Syndrome Figured

An Evil Word It Is/ This Love.