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letra de the black prologue - negus gama

[verse 1: negus gama]
fear the father hear me dear father from the brethren you in the heavens
broke the bread then in the heathens tears so cursed dearth here on earth
its capitalism we hate racism some evil fake prism state casing the sinning
for heavy caking from plenty slavery hefty faking like then need bravery
escaping cops vetting lots getting shot souls likе birds in the air soar everywhеre
evading opps betting lots getting hot old freebies like war everywhere
never might set up kingdoms black and we slave like back in the day
attack all we play try slack in the ways forever like bet up things of
active bad queues sell massive value steady spending instead of investing in
practicing all moves passive sad dues malice fool proof cashing mad cues
calling your name we falling from grace still calling the fame he stalling on facing
maybe see the peak beat the defeat plays be hot like feel the heat
there’s things wrong here from these kings from here who slavery operated it was propagated
we selling our peers like selling on piers or sinking boats bodies thinking profit
thinking cops homies linking toxins no free confidence on the continent
another continent to next continent live in the hood like it was good
fear the father hear me dear father from the brethren you in the heavens
see from above we need peace and love he tryna be fly like preach the dove
mostly in the booth and only the truth we hope to win then for the children
promptly in seconds if only the youth saved the bills sent like the mills spent
fear the father hear me dear father from the brethren you in the heavens
protected plenty from the heathens man made weapons what he threatened
thought it was sp-ce attained till we faced against some race is aimed see race again
colonial wars in colloquial time’s colloquial wars in a colonial mind
that fake deep with its hate speech the country taken over with guns and tanks
raking over people who give grace and thanks that hate feast like it taste cheap
euphemism for their true religion who must enter is it to surrender power connection love our complexion believe that’s true like seeking you
they crooked our plans and took our land burnt tender man but murder then
unhooked demands mistook our plans all murder murder black lives matter
see the obligations to the politicians to be con inerts’ on the continent
surrounded with lows around the globe deep cut feeling needing more incisions
see more visions heed more decisions take the letters from the elders take the message life be better like be light and be feathers
not the office for the profit then no free confidence on the continent another continent the same consequence life in the hood like it was good
fear the father hear me dear father from the brethren you in the heavens
see the youth in the truth spit the proof in the booth
still below you when on stage, still be slow truth on the page
the stats bold he black gold save the bills then like the mills spent
the black prologue

- negus gama

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