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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