Abusive Musing by Jodekss Gloatkenf

Abusive Musing

Scars on thy face as Europe cleanse on their
Scorpion ropes as they commandos seated on cushions
For Black butts to view them clank classy cups on our women
Their classic whores and all for Blacks to view
As Our sticks in tattered jeans rouse too dew
As hands wash their deads in readiness for interment
And those that hustle wrong with their lying tongues in
In those whites cyber shots but the face facing the desktop is being Black
a sin so when your journey to farm in the USA or Dubai their
civilization are sure killing for you will die if you will not come
Come back home all ye lost sheep for Africa shall be as glad as those angels be
Come there's money here...
Your scarce experiences earned come on to share
Develop your Mother. Dress her and make a living doing so
There's no niceties in going to farm n' not returning
No strangers help build a nation but the sons and sissies
Come home Africa if you have sense
Wake up n' walk Africa if you have sense
Come home and use your sophistications to help Africa
Come and be free without CCTVs near and far
Come and buy cars as you feel you can own
Come and marry your African for continuity proper
Come and live here
Come and die here
Explore there
Use here.

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©Jodekss Gloatkenf  '17