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I was born on the tongue of the prophets. i was here before the profit. I never thought the money would ever stop it. spirit verses spit. Baraka versus nonsense. holocaust versus holocaust at what cost whose blood lost in God the dollar trust from Fanon to Fila Adidas to Allah we die with prayer beads in our palms store em in box so the leather never worn.
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
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I was born on the tongue of the prophets. i was here before the profit. I never thought the money would ever stop it. spirit verses spit. Baraka versus nonsense. holocaust versus holocaust at what cost whose blood lost in God the dollar trust from Fanon to Fila Adidas to Allah we die with prayer beads in our palms store em in box so the leather never worn.
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
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