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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 ...
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