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and I will become 

I’m so African 

I am the son, of the soil
Rich in teXture and content
Full potential for a better tomorrow

Im so African 

Teach me

in letting go and then them bands just doubled up
I am the dreams of my ancestors
Dressed in some rarer textures talking about farming like bill

the soil
I was just chilling at hard rock
But I'm really out of this world
Taurus it got a red dot but
I'm tryna make that bitch thermal
The bankroll it need

to split end 
My appearance....the blueprint of spilled Taino blood
cnd the saliva of ghostly Conquistadores
Hair texture, eye color, complexion
cll proof

nowthrust your fist into the sunset,

texture within the footprints and an end atop the wind,
i feel leaflike...something something to crawl on,
sunlit small,

and hand gestures
To love their body image, hair strand textures
Learning instruments, jam sessions and band lessons
Car seat buckle ups, teaching them

in my powderpuff 
Texture hair 
How this be Summer music 
But therapeutic 
This be rare setup 
Be Poetic interluding 
Or prophetic influenced
Heart

Great
They spiked the soil
To try to break the roots the ties that bind
But na my nigs my gods we straight
People get stuck in a rhythm and can't dig it

Great
They spiked the soil
To try to break the roots the ties that bind
But na my - my gods we straight
People get stuck in a rhythm and can't dig it

the atmosphere and seeping poison in the soil that grounds our lust
Sucking and fucking becoming the stigma to attraction
But that's bullshit and we all know it

of its rich depths and textures as you consume this healthful food.

Take your time. Start with being thankful for the food right before you eat it. You

the great before
Isolation, his only comfort
An indulgence to clip her phoenix wings
I thought the well of texture had run dry
But blistered hands are soothed

eye. If it is a room, see the colors and textures of the furniture. The pictures on the walls. The windows. Feel the warmth of the light. 

If your safe

needs bud and a gun, okay buddy I'll ship it out to Medford
I know it's a deep cut, come on it's a whole different texture
With some buds at the club

seems to be
Soft as a sheep's wool
I feel the pull applying pressure
The texture of her intentions both pure and white as sheets
Oh these linens have me

[VERSE]
All these textures yeah I like the way you feel
How you make me feel, our time together heals
She said it's difficult to tell what is real
I

I am my hair
You may have heard Arie
Tell another story but
Yes dear, I am my hair
I am the color of the richest soil
My hair be the leaves
To match

time that I let loose
A cage is my best enemy 
Hold me down for now
Cuz Ima be up for centuries 
I don't write on the page
I'm burning right through soil

(excerpt):
Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair, who taught you to hate the color of your skin, to such extent that you bleach, to get

Harvest

Born from Pain

Sands of Time

Filth of ages floats
Like the burning soil
Destruction becomes harvest
The hell where my blood boils
Empty is eternity
Realize what's left