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BILLY BOB: Back in Malibu, Where I met Billy Bob at a certain corridor. He's a Caucasian from Baltimore; A professor at the University of Oregon, Expertise teaching universal algebra. Told him, "I'm called Solomon; And I'm proudly an African, A Ghanaian rooted in the Ashanti Kingdom". He wowed because I spoke with no rigour, Said my mind's active and extremely strong. We sat and had an ultra talk, About prehistoric and the modern world. He just named me Blackmoor; I didn't know what it's even standing for. But I calmed and smiled as I reasoned up. Said he hates blacks; that's horrible. He'd tortured most of them, Somehow more than ten; Did that out boredom and odible. At that moment even had one victim at Middlesbrough. Was speeding up to have him brought, So he'll get that person's brain to dully rot. I felt perplexed and threw a cough. "This guy's a wicked boar", said to myself. What he told me was such a wrong, But didn't know what made him threw that folly bombs. What he said, thought that's all, So was leaving the chatting floor. Rather he had more to say all that while, As he grabbed a chilled beer and screamed, "come for more". Asked me why I'm leaving the board. Was pissed about this actual living gnoll. Yet returned for his misken cock. In fact, this guy's a deaden log. Stood quietly and looked vividly at his mouth, As a voice's telling me, "go hit his face with a heavy blow". But controlled myself as I let that go. "Sorry all that's said, forgive me bruh! I now know I've wronged and your gestures show. I pray God forgives me for all that I've told. I'm willing to change, don't want to kill anymore, want to break free from addicting tramadol. Please be my pal not my foe, And will have a friendship so beautiful. So let your acceptance be to me a body blow, Thus make my love for blacks grow as a rolling boil. And we'll dwell in a breezy world, Oh my hommie, please don't say No. I've sin against innocent souls. Deep down my heart's repentance flow. We just met today, you already know. Why I approached you's unknown. I've been devilish though, Help me open a new page to follow God. Perhaps, God'll use you to destroy all that'd sown? For both of us to render unto God a good report. Therefore, praying God forgive me for the rules that'd I broke, So I would become a new soul". This is a plea from Billy Bob. I felt sorry for who he was before. Today he's spiritually a new born and the old's gone, For unto Jehovah he sung a redemption song.

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Billy Bob

BILLY BOB: Back in Malibu, Where I met Billy Bob at a certain corridor. He's a Caucasian from Baltimore; A professor at the University of Oregon, Expertise teaching universal algebra. Told him, "I'm called Solomon; And I'm proudly an African, A Ghanaian rooted in the Ashanti Kingdom". He wowed because I spoke with no rigour, Said my mind's active and extremely strong. We sat and had an ultra talk, About prehistoric and the modern world. He just named me Blackmoor; I didn't know what it's even standing for. But I calmed and smiled as I reasoned up. Said he hates blacks; that's horrible. He'd tortured most of them, Somehow more than ten; Did that out boredom and odible. At that moment even had one victim at Middlesbrough. Was speeding up to have him brought, So he'll get that person's brain to dully rot. I felt perplexed and threw a cough. "This guy's a wicked boar", said to myself. What he told me was such a wrong, But didn't know what made him threw that folly bombs. What he said, thought that's all, So was leaving the chatting floor. Rather he had more to say all that while, As he grabbed a chilled beer and screamed, "come for more". Asked me why I'm leaving the board. Was pissed about this actual living gnoll. Yet returned for his misken cock. In fact, this guy's a deaden log. Stood quietly and looked vividly at his mouth, As a voice's telling me, "go hit his face with a heavy blow". But controlled myself as I let that go. "Sorry all that's said, forgive me bruh! I now know I've wronged and your gestures show. I pray God forgives me for all that I've told. I'm willing to change, don't want to kill anymore, want to break free from addicting tramadol. Please be my pal not my foe, And will have a friendship so beautiful. So let your acceptance be to me a body blow, Thus make my love for blacks grow as a rolling boil. And we'll dwell in a breezy world, Oh my hommie, please don't say No. I've sin against innocent souls. Deep down my heart's repentance flow. We just met today, you already know. Why I approached you's unknown. I've been devilish though, Help me open a new page to follow God. Perhaps, God'll use you to destroy all that'd sown? For both of us to render unto God a good report. Therefore, praying God forgive me for the rules that'd I broke, So I would become a new soul". This is a plea from Billy Bob. I felt sorry for who he was before. Today he's spiritually a new born and the old's gone, For unto Jehovah he sung a redemption song.