born on the shores of neglect. eventually adopted by liberation. art became my nativity. it's sweat.... poured into the root of the tree that sprang forth strange fruit for people like you to taste so i guess i'm from a pecular place born to a pecular race and given a pecular, yet beautiful purpose.
*go ahead... climb the ladder... i'll sit here and wait for the wood to rot -UntaiNted
Blacks were 3/5s of a man with tax purposes intended ~ You think you a afro-american, you a 14th ammendment. Rass Kass:: Nature of the Threat