Ballad

chanting's of a ballad
I miss my mothers salad
happy home memories wish i had it
camoflouge suits with boots
Africa's very own recruit. Child of the soil shoots
So the innocent die in rebukes.
troublesome youths, misled baby's
hatred feb by hades. War cries, 
Nerver letting the poor rise,
sodomise our hopes and dreams
murder in his mind, wearing blue torn jeans
too much fury he can't talk he screams
seems its a battle between who wins..
The beauty of killing we all wanted to win the pageant
CHANTING'S OF A BALLAD!!!

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