Black Tax: Vol. 3: Post Mortem Rainbow 

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"Mind yo business"

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that's what my mother always 

told me,

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"...it's the best business you'll ever know son"

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Rule #27

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of the talk. Or maybe it was 14, I can never tell

what order the rules came in. I just

knew there were far too many

to understand what freedom is.

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Bounded by rules to remain

alive or increase the chances of it 

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"hands on the wheel"

"yes sir, no sir"

"smile" (the pearly whites against black skin/works half the time)

"Don't make any fast moves"

"Don't reach into anything unless they ask and can see you clearly"

"Don't breathe heavy"

"Don't appear scared"

"Don't walk with rhythm"

"Don't strut too cool"

"Don't intone your brothers

with no jive ass shit unless

they can understand"

"Don't read"

"Don't read"

"Don't read"

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but make sure they understand your body language...

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"...when shopping for colorful

orbs containing monosaccharides

to pacify your palatte"

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"Don't talk like you smart"

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