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All For the Love of Money

on the witness stand my knees buckled my throat was dry as, i soften my tongue listening and showing sweet mercy towards the young ***** slave who was brutally whip beaten thus, accused of murdering a prejudice and abusive white plantation owner all for the love of money

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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