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- CROWN OF CLAY (inspired By Vector’s Crown Of Clay)
Crown of Clay
Tell me what Mama gonna say
If she find me by the bay
Fighting with ’em white guys most of which are gay.
Even though I look frail
Or I bend over like some heap of dry hay
Oh dear I can’t say
What evil I can do or the way I cause pain.
Ye!
The black soul in me
Black blood, black thoughts strolling in me
The recompense I’m always ready to see
Even if it’s righteous or it’s borne of sin.
Ready to take revenge
On that man who shot Papa in the head
The black weapon in my hand
So thirsty for the vein on his neck.
But I’m on a ship going to Spain
Looking at this guard, O Ti Loose guard
Ready to pounce on his gird
Grab his gun and shoot straight in his heart.
Being the first line of offense
But no offense I’m taking revenge with no regret
In my head dey this stubbornness
Of an African guy with high confidence.
– Ayòbámi
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