……..From the people entombed with no engravers, just the residual of spit from their enslavers, marks the plot of plots I’d wager, descendants still falling victim to their modern day stagers; with re-constructionist re-constructing a new cattle chute we remain in a fight with like Ali and Frazier, our minds are still scattered from Christian and Muslim enslavers, whips are replaced with tasers, I guess in the future we’ll be hit with phasers, but we’ve been fast before the majors, hopefully it will just graze us; but their plantation’s been expanded upon, you can run from here to dawn freedom’s gone, to hell with another negro spiritual you’re gonna have to invent a real Black panther and Spawn.
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