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Lead more Young brown children to receive form It seems all systems are at reform But battling recourse And half of it weak force At last I glance at the Seaforth And picture the arrival of the e-corp Bismillah when the tea pours Let's preach love to receive all And be more whole Level up To plains that were made for the settlers It pains when I say, but we had enough Of generational stress The poverty harboured The black tax, etcetera Better love, what I wish for in my people Lives that are dashed with a bit of luck And hoping that the children are sequel So we all whole Love, braided in black hair Raising 4c queen catering a nap stare Not a trend, Shay buttered strand Crowns you as you stand I bow at you ma'am And so do the masses Afro, dreaded, lavish Still unique in a manner Fighter, leader, menace, whole