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TEARS OF THE FEEBLE, HANDS OF THE SLAVES, SKIN OF THE MOTHERS, MOUTHS OF BABES

Meet the brick shithouse
Pobrecita guacamaya ay! Que lastima me das

Yes, there’s a Secret
We all got soul

No doubt, I’m the one your momma warned you about
Early in the morning, rising to the street

Never thought you’d make me perspire.
Si quiciera despederse—despedida
I can sense it, something is about to happen
I have the time, so I will say, yeah
The ice is thin, come on, dive in, underneath my lucid skin
Come to me, I’ll take care of you

Skillfully tested with, rhythmically possessed with rhymes
I don’t practice Santeria
In my day, in the night, say it right, say it all
Come to decide that things that I tried were in my life just to get high on

Din din wo (little child)
What I got you gotta give it to your mama
While I crawl into the unknown, cover me

Walk down the streets and I find myself—all alone, all alone

• Put your media player or itunes on shuffle, write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.