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Fusion
He was hardly without vice
Beat women, blew cocaine
He was a true black genius
We won't see his like again
Hear the album Jack Johnson
Paean in a universe of black
The travails of a champion
Ring-craft his violent knack
Johnson brushed with cops
Neither of them were saints
Human pixels amid the mix
In the picture destiny paints
The albums are his ...
Monday 12th October 2020 10:48 am
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