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The canny hitman wears many faces His smiling face he calls democracy Were you to hear him chanting.. You would be forgiven to believe Freedoms.. rights, democracy.. He utters and funds yet.. SEE Do you SEE your fallen statesman Your struggling economy.. Your puppet H.E The president The Hitman leeching the economy dry Where will we sell our wares is SHE falls SHE buys gold, silver linen, and all niceties Where will we sell our wares ooh hunter If the hitman becomes the hunted.. If shes smoldering in ashes will they All weep.. you clothed yourself in finery Said I am a QUEEN I will weep not... You held sway ruled with an iron grip Those stars I see on your turban... It's rumored you plucked from the skies Trampled like a rag.. and on your back.. How you love to SOAR.. what kind of being What kind of BEAST of prey are you.. but Will we weep when your judgment knocks With your sin-cup full should we then proclaim Come out of her my people lest you share.. In her FIERY torment when HER Judgement is read Did someone say you now lookS like a SHARK... Did you rise from the waters or do you sit on... The prophesied, Waters, peoples races nations The economic hitman offers a friendly handshake In her labs, she is breeding virulent virus.. Extermination of others is her business parcel Yet the ignorant mesmerized ignoramus Claim they rule.. they are all bound in chains The system, the system, chants the Rasta... Babylonian systems chant down.. Rasta chants Mary Jane Joint now lights Where did we go so wrong Passing Janja weed Ronny.. I will call you my servant SILA see.. Calling a bird of prey from the east Zerubbabel YOU will rebuild my temple Zerubbabel YOU will accomplish.. The divine purpose bestowed in YOU #Bubble in time Luis 2020 Feb 28.

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