letra de buckshot - the 1865 (ny)
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i’m running like oj
through the fields, these murders make me feel whole again
stale [?] and hand-me-down weapons
praying for abe’s america
[?] ride the wave
slavery is good business, they say
aren’t we [?] having a misunderstanding
so i weave through the brush like a nightcrawler
looking for my next victim
[?] products, it must be stopped
i taught myself how to read but you didn’t know
you’re so [?] literate, inconsiderate
[?] i wave bye
i’m taking my freedom without warning
[?] morning
my faith has been dragged down through the mud
prayers i’ve forgotten
f-ck picking cotton
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