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Many tribes have gathered today
The drums of battle have gathered us all
We stand together in arms, to fight side by side
Summoned to answer our

could you be my lady
Your melanin like molasses
See it no glasses teach the world no classes
Lead by example, influence the masses
You are the culture

of the ashes

There is action in our architecture

We are not damaged by design



Carry on with your pre-death post-rock

I'll be drinking with the hip hop kids

a real vampires,
Dem know like I roots and culture,
That why mi burn di faya,
How can we get away?

Ma ngi tuub taye jdégëlu borom suf gecc assaman, (X2)

happens
When pain, becomes talent
My passions, driven by the beauty of madness
They can not understand me
I am not from this planet
I was dropped off in

It used to be easy to get up and go
You could count on the daylight
Now you never know
There used to be seasons
You could count on snow by the end

on the net
Trying to cancel my growth, and short the check
Trying make me gain weight and look depressed
Wish to block the blessings I manifest
They cry over

Come on soldiers I will take you
On the glory ride
You will like it, you will be always
Fighting side by side
To finish one's human story
You do not need

you fingers in government coffers
The western world’s waving puppets
Driven by greed and profits
We’re electing thieves in office
For years all

all the oxygen
Slinging your smack to the congregation
Addicts on your knees Oh Baby obey me
You can't spell culture without the C-U-L-T
I don't want

History's in the making, as it has been over time
Categorization of peoples, by design
Has left the masses teeming with fire in their eyes, they say

Widespread work in factory mass production mastery
Fuck industrialization
Talk about agriculture
You’re colonizing vultures
Preying on Native American cultures

preceded
By ball and chain
All the fame
But no riches to claim
No land
No bitches
No mistress
No sippin champagne
Kind of strange
Everyone on the way up
I

Sitting here I 
Contemplating how life passed us by
Lost in migration 
Children Windrush Generation
Nothing more they can do
Old die way to new
More

gettin lit 
Standing on couches like we throwing fits 
Bottles get popped, blunts stay lit 
I pull out my phone & take my own pics
I point to the Dj  say

Moving forward we gone play to win writing down moves it’s on my shoulders watch me bring it in 
I can’t spend no money with these niggas they’ll

inna we land


Step by step we're moving forward
No doubts, no hesitate, not one single coward amongst these men, inna Jah army there is only good friend

des Raumes frage ich was möglich wäre…

Müssen wir in ihren Spuren bleiben?  
In Ihren Narben?	Conditioned by the past
From the depths of space 
I ask

FEED MY SOUL WITH BALANCE AND POWER
I CONTROL MY EMOTIONS
ALL AS DESIRE

I FEEL SOULS DANCING
MOTIVATED BY ANCIENT OBSCURE SONGS
WHICH HANG IN THE AIR

Spurned by the gods and society tethered to the fringe
Dreams banal, ambition falls, no prosperity
Idle brains crave escape and seek psychedelics
I

jubilance

Such envy thrives in place of intercourse
Mind you, not a cog in the machine
But one who knows the role of discipline

They do not lie before

who you are
But you can start it's not too late

Impuros versos depuran con puro pure
By nature en mi casco (Go culture)
SO FINE SO FRESH
Love nature

a somber portrait, frolic in fields of the crows
Scavengers peck at the open sores (ONE BY ONE)
Collect the bounties of the blood war (SPEAR TO THE GUN)

A culture salad. My palette's bigger than Dupont's
Tracking my timeline, the vine that I grew on
Sour grapes. Watch the break of the waves
How I hate to hate.