Voice of many waters
Served time like waiters
Delivered for our offences
Still being crucified
What is that root
Walking on bloody leaves
Hanging on changes
Sovereignty, grievances,
Slave stricken faces
Standing six feet
Stressing all week
Enough to break hearts
Judge executioner jury
Justice seems blurry
Just us lost in translation
Crip blood all in relation
First people of creation
Melanin dissonance
Love us or hate us
All about imitation
Degraded reputation
Slang slander salutations
One love no curtailing
Our salvation
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I would like to translate this poem
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