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made such a mark
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk.
I served the writs with a smile so bland,
And I copied all the letters in a big round

to every nigga who find fault in the description
Of your fellow man, African
We all the same just listen
Morocco to Botswana, Aztecs in Nicaragua
Afro

you fingers in government coffers
The western world’s waving puppets
Driven by greed and profits
We’re electing thieves in office
For years all