[Intro: Willie B]
Wow, wow, hey, yeah, alright, man, that was great. BYE! Get the fuck out of here. That was nice. Cut his mic off, thank you
I am back, I am your host, little Willie B, representing the hood, God damn it. A little fat nigga who got money, so fuck you! Up next, we got the open mic poetry event, the fifteenth annual, sponsored by motherfucking Valentine, Cross Country Clothing, and a lot of wack shit that the hood will not wear anymore. We got my man up first. His name is Sambuca. Give it up for Sambuca, y’all, come on!
The mic is here, stupid! Come here Sambuca

[Verse 1: Benn Grimm as Brother Sambuca]
This is the tone
The tone that I speak
The voice
The unheard voice of my people
Black
White
People
Purple
Yellow
Where do we stand
Or does it matter
(I don't, goddammit)
Everyone we all, we all live the same pain of ignorance together
And all have been lost
And at the end we all need each other
(That's what I'm talking about, nigga!)
And that is how it is
Everything goes in a circle
(Wooo-wee!)
So who are you to judge in whom’s who?
And who the hell is who?
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