There are days
when my feet beat
my mind is as explosive
as Shango’s bolt.
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"The Ballad of Stringer Bull" is a poem/song dedicated to Stringer Bull. In June 2014, Stringer Bull escaped from a slaughterhouse in Baltimore. He then trotted down the street, enjoying freedom, for a few hours before being fatally shot by the police.
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I once danced atop holy water
Thinking the world would be made right
For the righteous, not the wicked.
In my fantasy the swine would lay
Their pearls before my feet, as I sat
On my regal dais and ate truffles.
I believed this was to be
Because I was chosen, I was the beloved.
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