Ghost Weight

The weight of fallen warriors
Who’ve come before me
Are resting on my shoulders
My parents were track stars
So I endure
When all I’ve ever wanted
Was to let loose and die spectacularly
How would Assata, the Ashanti
And those that came before me
View and judge me
More importantly
When it’s all said and done
And my breath forever stops
Will regret pollute my thoughts
Or will our success be water for the crops

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