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 How Many Bullets does it take to Kill me.

Words Swirl in my mind Bring Strong proof 

To wildered Minds


Memories from the hospital flow through thine eyes as if existing in current moment. Strong pause to thine sight to help I stay present 

  

How many Centuries does it take to Bind My mind with the idea of Freedom. 

Chain My Feet, Rope my Neck, Lynch Me

Feeling unfree in a modern penitentiary


Dinner time, bring forth thine Slah 


words bind my mind with memories of now freed Africans dashing to Freedom. Arriving to Jamaica, the Promise Land with hope for Freedom. 


Villagers and Free Mason Workers stand close watch under Master’s eye, one kiss you Own all of them, your Color don’t you forget it.

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