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Global warming between my legs, screams against the waves |
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Gave birth to thirteen daughters, so now we never run out of water |
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My skin layered in diamonds and sage |
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Left alone and confused, forces enslaved by days |
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Time keeps on whorin us |
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Ghetto saviors can't keep ignorin us |
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Flowers and flames, flutes from her fingers |
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Rifles pointed from her sac |
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or was it simply a bag of sticks and stones |
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Either way, she wore a compass on her head |
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Rains don't stop the grass from turnin red |
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Her hair was half perm, half dread |
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We gave up walking in a past-life and so we dance |
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Arms wrapped around my breath and choked me back to life |
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A new world wife, reflecting the sun and rolling dice |
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Symbol of the drama yet to come - too late to run |
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Time travelling was late |
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Watching was a blind man's mistake |
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All his assets melted right in front of his face |
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His right leg drabbed with demon paste |
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Shoes stayed angel laced |
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Never count your blessings with haste |
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Even a prophet can catch a case |
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Didn't realize how sweet the future might taste |
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Telepathically cutting through mental gates |
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Words were weapons against their hate |
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Shepherds search for stars in her hair |
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Her chest grew fermented like yeast |
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She broke her body like aged bread |
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He gave her truth from all the books he'd read |
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She wrote her poems inside the mud |
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Sacrificed her cervix to fix the future |
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Named their boys and spit truth inside his mouth |
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Read warm prophet, writing twisted scriptures inside her belly |
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Resurrected from bones and dirt |
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She made hard niggaz smile |
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Left her seeds inside the Earth |
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Gave hustlers and killers life's worth |
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This is the life we chose, remember who was here first |
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Find a reason why you curse |
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Gold rushed tongues by dreams too loose |
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Sporting electronic nooses |
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Hoeing humanity love-ticks over lust |
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Despite the damage to destiny you can't take the best of me |
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In God We Still Trust |