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Thanks Givings

thanks givings I will not be thankful for murder in genocide And that's my father's hands is in it Come on, come on n run N hide I won't give thanks for your European peoples which Still in the lands after they got off the ship who has had a war and took their lands Even in this let us come before our God with thanks giving thanks unto a Him mine deliverer Thanks givngs And while below this ship the Hulls were stacked with brothers and sisters from Africa I refuse to be thankful for genocide I refuse to be thankful for the murder and kidnappings those of the dark side Gos is yet with- ya Euro-beings finding their Truths harden hearts cry Surely I am thankful for that I think not and you know the reasons why Even in this let us come before him with thanks giving thanks unto him mine deliverer Thanks givings Euro vision says speaks what's yours is mine There's no need to share you're not us and what you got is mine See you're a bunch of savages not even close to being a Euro being (Human being) And them ***** savages no better than a horse, a mule a plow animal I'm thankful for not having this phenomenal There's no validation there's no power there's no use For you to fit in you're just to work and be my slave cuz Thanksgiving in that I have what's your I am Euro truth Throw your sticks and arrows where you hued from stones and branches Step step step you ain't accuracy your tribal dances You whom are red also believe in Thanksgiving to God of all I said Thanks givngs Hero man so thankful that he can Take land from a people because he can Your old and young men one who can take a people from their Nation Prince princess queens and kings already been validated where is the Thanksgiving in that prison I thank you for the metal chains on my ankles and around my wrist and thank you for shooting me with a musket a iron ball pellet you hardly missed When this involves people from another tree where's the holy community quest Thanks givngs I won't be thankful for genocide nor will I run scream and holler and hide I stand on the promises of Jesus Christ for in him I am redeemed Put in my thanks am I giving while I'm giving in my thinking Not my fellow brother Of another color but I'm thankful for the God who made you me him and each other Protestant reformation brought the African from their Nation Token, taken from their homeland yet I' m instilled thank full Even into this let us come before God in Thanksgiving And give thanks for the glorious things our Father does 11/25/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

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