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Stand to close to me and you might burn, your can never reach God's son, the walking dead never learn, a body of fire so hot it would melt your heart, we so use to losing we think it's winning been living as kings and queens since the beginning, like a oven Africa heats up the earth, where ever black people are there can be know ice age, so Europeans went on a colonial rampage, putting Africa in a international cage, we must use our internal rage to engage this world, it's what makes us brave, we are the poorest and richest people on the earth , the black race has been crucified and still hanging on a cross, not able to lobe or protect themselves from hate and jealously, their hands are nailed to wood, no political ,social or economic standing, the bones of their feet have been crushed, nails driven through ankles, how shall the moment continue, mind control, arrested development, implantation of a European mindset, crown of thorn's pressed down to stop the limitless mind of our race, resurrect yourself and truly live

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