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Uploaded by on Jan 26, 2010

My mother's, mother's, mother was married to the witchdoctor.
The one who cooked the brew that killed the Devil's daughter,
and all the field Negas did a dance over the grave of the slavemaster when he died.
They cried when the baby gave birth to the mulatto, cause only God knows the hour or the time.
In the land of the blind the one eye is king,
and sometimes the same thing that hurt will bring joy.
The boy that became the man who ran through the woods just so he could inhale life.
It's like a knife that cuts both ways,
so they don't pray to Jesus.
If these are the last days I'm trying to stay breathing,
and I ain't leaving till they're all bleeding, and I slay every seed in the house like I don't need a reason,
and even if they kill me, I'ma still be blessed. Until they find me guilty this is my confession.

Prayer:
The lord is my shepherd I shall not want.
In the face of my enemies I stand up.
Though I sit in the shadow of death, until my last breath I confess to the killing,
And if I should die, before the sun rises,
you could put me in a grave with no name, but you can't put the flame out, my light will burn forever.
This is the confession of Nat Turner.

Verse 2:
Every time I see a rope, I start having memories of oak trees with bloody leaves.
So I study these degrees until I breath easy, they ain't believe me when I told them what was coming.
From this day on, whoever gon ride wit me, know they bout to die wit me, but it gotta be.
I'm bleeding with every teardrop, I'm trying to stop my soul from burning up and turning me to rock.
My heart is cold like an old Nega spiritual.
I don't care if you're scared I ain't hearing you.
I'll be there with you when the revolution comes.
Four hundred pound weight around my neck, running!
And if you see me in the dungeon then salute,
soldiers that represent the truth, we were living proof that when the wolf is on the loose ain't no use, when chickens are coming home to roost, shit happens.

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  • dope fam keeping doing ur thing 1

  • @erapozo05 Thanks family. Salute!!!

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  • hot..very edifying as well as entertaining !!! keep it up !!

  • fucking ei!! thank god for REAL hiphop !!

  • Word! Jesse has done it again.

    How can Nat's flame be put out when he inspire music like this.

    Stay blessed J

    Third Eye 4 life.

  • Ah'whoe...!! Jesse West strike again!! Give Thanks for keeping that hard ass Hip Hop sound! Jesse West can write and produce! (JW, Did you do this one too?) I need this, Wus'good? If I had a show right now I'd put you in it!! Keep Blazin' babylon wit' FIRE!!

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