in the flow of things I've seen a lot of things on the Floor that fell from somewhere High but not higher than the sky that never Falls From Grace negro is not my race colored is not my race black is not my race I am not running a race I am walking out my life finding out that stars don't only shine at night black is not that much different from white when infused you get a lighter shade checks polka dots and Stripes when the chips are down pick them up when making a mess grab a rag and wipe it up the easiest way to write is to type it up so as I draw my conclusion wrap it up and send it to the Moon