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aroma of moth fills my nostrils, the devil's at the dephts of this ship,
caught shackled with strong hands....yet broken wrists,
such an unfortunate lifestyle, not even given' a fair trial,
but i guess im used to this...my roots run deeper than the nile,
meanwhile... my brother "phonetics" was murdered on a trip west,
he was not strong inough...so they ripped his heart out his chest,
beat him to a pulp before hand, for showing advanced intellectual,
he should have kept his topical real-slaves dont use words like collateral,
what a bloody mess, but i have to stay strong....and move on,
many of my peoples are left behind....miss my family, its been so long,
i dont even sweat anymore...my body is past dehydration,
if only i had something to eat.....like a big plump juicy.......raisin,
think im exageratin'? just a single raisin would fill my appetite,
eat it like i never had a meal in my life...spit it...too much food at a time,
my wounds are too much for words, my cries so loud they're mute,
my mind so tired i forget............................. ................................... ,
keep on moving, and i've been listenting to my fellow slaves around me,
they tell me of the pro-missings, said they followed stars...now free,
if the only guarantee for tommorow is written in stars...than imma start following,
(slave stands up...starts walking out....gets shot down)
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