This is not a verse for this song. I just let the beat lead me in a direction. I don't know lol but yea.
Salute to the kings hail Jehovah and Martin
Time has polute the dream leaving remains in garbage pails and cartons
Our brains swell for margirine and only excell when spreading the toast over arguing
Our commen sense lathargic but that's a genetic human trait
400 years the ignorance was partial to both races lynchs, riots and rapes
So the few fought with fate trying to create diamonds out of coal
African miners sold they souls to devils with political goals
Its like slaves stumbled on gold digging through sewerage, don't get me wrong
Ill never condone the brave who had the stones to do it, but them people are gone
And that invested blood sweat and tears. No literally no love,and death for years
Has created 'thugs', dressed as queers pedaling drugs to impress they peers...
They'd be depressed to hear it
a new agenda is still afoot, the few that abide and remember, sit and look
our civil defenders danced to the drum of a different foot until the rhythm shook
all I hear is drums
All I see is guns
No african spirituals, sung
Cause all I hear is guns
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