To begin with, things were pretty smudgy
And sludgy n' cold
Fugly racist man (old, white paranoid freak) was out walking his black dog - I twirled the shovel at 'em till they scooted the f**k away
The sun was defiantly beating at angles others than on or around my white war-zone
But I kept rocking that shovel
Till it was all good
The freaking End
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