give us yer money, and we will give you hope
and
No-cash
You don't wanna fuck with me
I burn churches like persons
childhood is like a lock without a key
its the blooming
sadness is all i've ever known, inside my retched body
what the fuck have you crackers been dealing
to these seeds
you beat yer kids, you beat yer wife,
you torture them
sprouted from a racist seed, the white men stole the
abate the ones who hesitate to stand their ground
rally when
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