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I'm a part of the struggle

and the struggle's a part of me

We'll never accept defeat

But a seed catches hell trying to

grow through this topsoil

called concrete

Pressed there by man

Created by the powers that be

Planned and implemented

before we were born

I can see a glimmer of light

shining in the deep

But my dreams been torn

Scattered by the hands of the four winds

Man's packing on another layer

Lord when will these birthing pains end?

There's still beauty in the seed

A sweet smell in God's nostril

Untainted by men's needs

Especially when she pleads, Set us free

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Robert Anthony James

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I`m A Part of the Struggle