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Post by ifayomi on Feb 8, 2006 4:24:35 GMT 3
Possessed By My Anscestors
Glocks in my hand, they ready to spit
I aint talkin about foolishness or media hype shit
I'm talkin about our Anscestors who came from across the sea
The ones rich in color who look like you and me
The owned the knowledge about the past and how to build
They shared it freely why did they have to be killed
Listen to what they are saying they are showing you the truth
If you open your hearts and ears your mind will be free
it will be set loose
Our Anscestors are grieving at all the mess we've learned
They know what happened to us they know we've been burned
Don't turn away from them come and sit at their feet
They will lead us in the path we will no longer be asleep
They paid with their blood their suffering for us
Can't you hear them pleading crying listen to us
If you turn away there is nothing I can do
But know the oyinbo are going to pay they will suffer and burn too
You can cast your lot with yurugu
But know when they suffer you will suffer too
Listen to the elders the wise men of old
They won't lead you astray they'll bring you out of the cold
I'm no good at ryhming but I know the Anscestors spake
They watch over us because of love's sake
Peace Ifayomi
I am an enigma
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Post by veritas on Feb 15, 2006 16:46:59 GMT 3
...engima hey? ...right.
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