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Oh yea I sit before the table of the lynch man theology of trust,
I come upon the land with the legacy of thy God
I carry the scripts from de highest governed lord
De thieves that sits before the contention of discuss
Plagiarism, that sit upon my trust.
I stand tall as a warrior, I shall dye as a king, I live my rewards
Upon the constitution of God,  thunders rendered and  flash'd, and I became a slave; From  brother to brother my wretched carcass sold,
In  darkness and treason, the bounty of Satan, Christian traffic, I summoned To hell without justice call,
 Death upon land  blackest clouds  summon before de devil himself,
were gather's o'er my head;
 De slave chains have crippled the mind of thy brother,
Who lives by the constitution of the living dead.
The flame of the rooted seed, without classifications, who lives in a tunnel of shame. Blackest clouds were gathered o'er my head;
Looking upon the rising sun, the spirit
That rise when the morning comes,
O, I ‘se sing it till the middle of de
Cotton fields I prey, lord coming at
The down sun, of  de' day
I call'd the warriors from the mountain's steep.

Within this caucus of a frame, shall turn to ashes and die.
The inner surface shall never die.
Within the legacies of my humanitarian,
The historical fruit shall never rot.
Nevertheless you claim victory, I shall meet you in the answering to God. Chain my mind, wrap my feet upon the anchor as I drown.
I shall be resurrected as Jesus said my God.

You can kill my caucus but my spirit shall never die.
I embrace the harp of the sweet sounds of rejoice,
I give to thee of thou most honors.
Thy father of creations, release me oh lord of the inner spirits,
that bound me to a hell within thy self.
Freedom, freedom, freedom,
I the blood of thy on hands,
Of resurrection that my spirit be free.





 I shall not want I shall pass over and return.
I your child thy God, have shared life labor,
As every man of the world,
The jungle the beast, the pain of no disgrace,
The horror of bondage I give to thee,



The eyes of the almighty,
has breathed upon my trust.
The deep breathes from the immensity of the heavens,
dreams within the bleeding palms of humanities.
Reactions of a divine soul.
My spirit shall not die.





 I' se black, but, O, thy soul is gold,
My riches upon de' heaven, da' darkness
That lies below, I ‘se rich man from the soul,
My flesh is nothing said the lord,
I look at life in strife, I the spirit, de life
Upon this earth, is an illusion of my thought
Upon  the rising sun: I hear de' thunders  a guilty world.
da' time has come, de'  fated hour is nigh,
 blood shall penetrate the sky. Let not thee suffer, take the last breath , that I Shall march through the skies; There shall be no tears, I the soldier of God, Their shall be no pleading, I shall carry the cross; as my brother upon the skies, so I shall give back to thy brother who died for me.  grave that lies upon my trust. I shall not die, as the murders that stand Before me, when you speak of my death, you shall never remember a beginning plea; My body is just a carcass; but my spirit shall fly free.
I have fought for a cause; lies upon the dark; the inner man shall not awaken from the dark, the bite of the bullet is much to hot, the valley is closing in as I take a deep breath, the warrior is not a warrior; until he has shredded blood, words are a hopeless survival if the unite is divided, we shall all fall at once, under the emancipation of slaves, who continue to live among the walking dead, I shall not bow over.
No one recognize the warriors, because many have never fought a war, only wisdom brings calm to the pain, nevertheless the dead soul has know compassion only to self, Oh what a bitter taste of brim, but the spirit of God walks us through the fire, peace and blessings my brother warrior. It is not the pain of the burning bullets,  But the smell of instant death, The black trains as it rides slowly, To take me to the other side, It is not the lead that burns through my body,
But the tears that shall flow from my mothers eyes,  It's not the coldness of my brother,   Who kill me because he feels that he can, Dark as the night that the blood runs  From the leaded bullets upon my chest.
Know man knows the battle of war Until he has bit the bullet of death; It is not the horror that sets before me,
However, the image a King has died,
in those terrifying screams of death around us
that remind me; another tribe has passed on. Plunge in a black body bag, another one out the way; The hidden darkness that surface the face of a snake, Never realizing death for death, nevertheless one might Live upon the earth, and one whom moved on to a better place.


 Horrors, de' involving night,
Prophetic visions flash before de' sight;
Eternal justice wakes, in their turn there God live,
  Looker down from de' windows of his house,
  Lord  gives His light, and gives his shield,
His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
    the mighty eyes of the sun.
But little did my boding mind beware
'For when de' souls bear da' heat of  de'furnace, the sun has no reflect, but a shield of armor, what de master didn't no  lord say earn my reward upon the sky, sacrifice I give my life upon de earth, there is no greater reward, only by God  above de' sky.


I sleep no more in de mist of dawn or in the midnight shade,
Invoke ideal the black mask to my aid, de brother in black skin;
He pleads for the bounty of my head, dignity stands, at greed, change hands, the hidden secret, the bounty ,de brother's sold de; to the lynch man, I cry in secret, my people dignity, the hands of de brother's, who sold me to the slave blocks, upper  who sent my flesh to hell;
Un detour the solid history of the bleeding fountain, and the Niles that turn to blood, and the roars of the beast, killed and bound in a cage, as the spirits that cannot longer be peace.
The crying trees, the hungry legacies, that cry for nutritionist
The savages that slaughter the subjects of mages ‘try, who becomes the servants of the land, history repeats, oh where or thou brother
The black holocaust repeats
  Heav'n planted, in the minds, and death upon the land, and treason cries upon the grave, a plague upon the world, the black face without honor of self, dignity that dies, the serpents captures, the living soul.

Nor wake again, in the hidden places,  cries upon my trust
De brother in black face, awaits the gold cones,
I cry in the mist of the night, betrayal of thy tribe,
 abandon's and forlorn,
the souls that lives with the dungeons of hell.
Delusions slow coming death, never more shall
Beam upon the shame, Africa my home;
The trade off, for gold; Under the proclamation, of emancipations, de bureaucracy of a un civilized righteousness, death upon the constitution of blackness.



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