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Whypeople say that racism doesn’t exist. That it’s a myth.
It’s a beast best left out in the mist out of sight out of vision
Waipepo teach that when slavery ended so did persecution,
and illegal detentions, lynchings and executions. Waipepo

hate when you mention the wealth of this nation was
built off of slavery and indigenous population annihilation
Waipepo prefer to imagine waipepo bravery, waipepo victory,
waipepo agency, Waipepo savior dreams

Waipepo
hate it when statues of racist men get taken down
and replaced with memorials for the people they massacred
Waipepo would rather keep them as ambassadors,
symbols of a racist history they canonize and pander to

Waipepo say black folk can be racist too, that it’s
better not to see color, that it’s better to play the fool Than face the
truth, conversate about perspectives they ain’t endured, because they
know better, they wrote history so they get to make the rules / dictate the truth

Wypipo do all this racist shit. It makes me sick. Cause I’m white but I’m not like them - My patience thins
I would hate to think I was racist, I mean I would hate to think

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Waipepo got all sorts of statistics abused and misshapen to
prop up their defensive tactics and exculpatory statements
To prove black people are brutes and guilty for their own situation
As if a history of redlining and segregation Doesn’t weigh into the equation

Waipepo absolve themselves of any historical association
with a system which prioritizes our needs and safety
Waipepo say all lives matter as if that was in question but it’s offensive
Because black lives continue to be ended in the streets by white officers weapons

I’m not saying I’m perfect. That racism isn’t
something I have no stakes in. That I’ve escaped it.
I’m just at a point where I'm less uncomfortable having the conversation -

I don’t want to be called racist either
And for awhile that fear kept me in the safety of the bleachers
Out of the line of fire, a cheerleader, a dumb witness
Until I realized that the choice not to play was my privilege

I’ve debated semantics with the wypipo in my family,
Conversations taxing me Like climbing the cliffs of insanity
see? I’m doing the work Slowly dismantling, unraveling
the grasp White Supremacy has on them and on me

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from Satan's Little Miracle (an ode to the internet), released November 14, 2021

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Since 2005, brokeMC has been an innovator of the Indie NYC rap scene. Releasing five solo albums, collaborating on three albums with the famous MINDSpray Crew, and countless other cameos and contributions, he is a prolific creative force and active supporter of the NYC music community.

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