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“Suicide, didn't die from the dip
Submarine, man, keep your eyes on the blips
Sonar, echo, location, and where we are facin'
Get back to our nation, oh Lord
So we walkin' back to Africa
And I found a detour to the seashore
Yes, jumped off the deck
To leave footsteps on the depths of the sea floor, ay”
!!!
Talkin' to trees, like 'how could you be in the chorus
With something so horrid?
You became boards for the floors and the doors of the warships'
Anthropomorphic, the forest returned with a match
Made from itself and said, 'Burn us with that'
Then left again and came back with an axe
'We can serve you as furniture or furnace us black', ayy
What kind of dude thinks like this? Maybe he should have got into screenplay writing or something, too.
FAM
y'all can't do me like this at work