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Nov 2014
Dynamic in approach
So we approach
Till a black child can see his the spawn of Gods
Afrikan lords with no morals
Black is the colour of. Gods
We were born lords
Afrikvn lords
Young blacks with no struggle songs
We are bornfrees but we've lost our respect for freedom
Twerking not working,unemployed and hawking
Free your mindset,set your mind
Retrench from mild thoughts
We thought we attained freedom
What's freedom without religion?
What's freedom without God?
We are lords
Young afrikan lords
Black is the colour of Gods
Snip the Poetic
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Snip the Poetic  cape town
(cape town)   
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