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Summonsing the Soul of a Slave Master

Summonsing the Soul of a Slave Master

Talking 2 a slave master with a gold rope around my neck -n- my hat backwards, that old b*tch wasn't no dam Baptist, digging up his wife's grave, pissing on her ashes, summonsing his soul from out his casket, true nigga haters like Charles Manson, had him up all night off ambiens -n- aspirins, telling me about the Indians in the land, within -n- what really happen, where, why, -n- how we were captured, Lucifer that old trifling bastard, didn't bow down 2 Adam, got kicked out of the heavens, Adam was black, so now all the black people he's after them, so he created hate -n- sin 2 get rid of them, -n- used the white race as his middle men, told me about the pilgrims, -n- how we became second class citizens, how we were kings -n- Queens -n- humble men, and how they took away our innocence, in a sense, rewrote our history, stole our culture, raped our continent, rearranged our residence, stole our inventions, -n- broke our spirits, all in all, loving our women, -n- admiring our intelligence, hating, cuz all their women won’t -n- love Mandingo d*ck, so they gave us diseases -n- put us on slave ships and gave us scraps 2 eat and beat us with whips, mixing with our blood line, branding us, giving us their last names, segregation came, now from a white water fountain, we couldn't sip, or on the front of the bus, we couldn't sit, now we done, had a black President -n- Vice President -n- they still aint change the constitution, because of a man, we are still considered three fifths, talking to a slave masters soul before I burnt the b*tch, -n- on his wife ashes I took another piss, asking God why would you create my people to go through this, looking up at him, filled with pain, like are you serious, tryna turn Cain's curse into a better gift, now they don't have to kidnap the Africans -n- Samarians, cuz now they just freely come over here on cruise ships, the land of the free, the illusion, it don't but slavery still exist, now they raise the interest rates and your taxes aint that a b*tch, raise the property value making you work harder without the whip, or nothing around your neck or your wrist, we still don't own shit, Kamala Harris married  2 a white man, Kanye just divorce a white b*tch, George Floyd died with a knee on his neck, back in the day, it would have been with a rope, I guess now a days that's the new way of us getting lynched, Jews got reparation, Indians still live on reservation, we still aint been compensated, and slavery still being propagated, this is what the slave master told me, he always anticipated, I burned his soul -n- f*cked his great great granddaughter, got her pregnant, now let her raise a black man -n- let her suffer 4 what her great great granddad thought he was going 2 get away with.
 

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