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Brutality

Evolution is constant 
Pain is repellent 
It started with whips and chains 
It's evolved to enslaving our brains 
It's named racism 
Black people getting shot by police is the new ideology of realism 

Was this the dream Martin Luther King had 
I wonder why the white man is so mad 
God created us as equals 
Our skin is our identity and a representation of our culture and ideology 
So what does the white man want from me ? 
I was a slave for my colour 
I was colonised for my colour 
My thoughts were imperialised for my colour 
I was racially abused for my colour 
Now I'm being killed for my colour 
If it's a sin to be black 
Then I'm proud to be a sinner 
Black is proud 
And I'm proud to be a winner 

Niyi: When someone points a gun to you ....you gon wait right and get shot

Me: He would shoot you before you pull your gun so what's the point. Then your people would kill his people and his people would kill your people till it becomes a massacre 

Niyi: Mind you...racism spreads to african americans, mexicans, vietnamese, and so on
Check US history, they have had shootings and killings of other races too in the past

Me: Lol Oga forget it's their country everything is right to them. Yh they have but they would prefer to hire other races first than the black race we are the bottom of the food chain. They see us as entertainment and we never prove them wrong we dominate the entertainment industry and they even steal our art and give it new genre. What I'm I saying we blacks if we come together yes we have a fighting chance but don't forget they have the upper hand World economies are tied to their economy 
So if we fight them The world would defend them And kill us to protect their interest 

Niyi: "It doesn't mean that I advocate violence, but at the same time, I am not against using violence in self-defense. I don't call it violence when it's self-defense, I call it intelligence." MALCOM X

Me: Niyi Martin Luther contradicts that ideology saying no violence we both know if you give a dog a bone it would want more sooner or later . It all starts as self defence to attacking them before they attack us.... Some blacks are paranoid some are stupid others feel it's the right thing to to 

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