poem #
Nothing you think matters enough to owed
After all the genocide you sowed
United Nations must Gaza Jamaica Haitian style if Somalian
style don’t fly
But do all the math & The Crown [LLC] makes banks in relation to
how many black people die
Our sons are tortured with terror & rage
Into the very bars of our sorrows cage
All we ever gave was received
All we ever suffered was reprieved
We owe you more money than blood
Our flesh is down to this very mud
She is supreme & calls to all
Either Jah or The Crown [LLC] will fall
3/13/15
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