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Not adequate soldiers to fight for tomorrow There halt evil minded men who forethought of the past only Ears agaze the voice strikes like lightning borrow Chains on hands money credits downpress a man lonely Freedom a black man cried for he received free doom Breathless trees deforested air not tasty A mosquito he became flip flapping out of the room Hands of time chase him he remains shunning hasty Call it the survival of the fittest in the jungle Can he reign in romans' empire with luscious? Poison in the air inhaled souls fisticuffs in the royal rumble Will then men be redolent they swingeing unrighteous Heart glazed and glittering with pain this a no more dream The light is unseen there exist scathe to the ultralight beam