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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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