Metacine

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Zeroh - Rap

Metacine

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Europeans have no women god in their mythology but we do So what of the African mind in the west, drunk on fat Clouded by a point of view uniquely burdened with 3rd party control strategies When heroin hit [?] thugs pushing and peddling it to your daughters When crack cocaine hit (crack cocaine) We were, welfare queens and gang banger's in the streets Now when the opioid pandemic hits The health crisis has been announced All societies are defined by their immediate choice Do not think that the black mind in america is [?] of anything more [?] ally Highly combative genocidal drug cartel You're unfit into the circle The grounded root piles in the spoon (Emolga) And laid to rest on your tongue The Shaman says you're to have your head broken open completely once in your life As your consciousness soars above the bonfire Having gathered the firewood across the beach Being guided by the governing voices Nerve tingling pounding of skin The elder greets you Adorned in your neck with talismans and spells Reciting the ancient incantations as if it were a modern should As if it were indigenous to now As if you hadn't been ripped from the timeline Body laid long on the spoons of [?] [?] And, forever You enter the hut, your nappy crop rinsed with herbs and roots The priests hands, ashy, weathered Bejeweled with artifacts from the beyond Hover over the women's body as she convulses over alter The wounds abrupt with [?]

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