They Prayed For Their Survival

Posted: December 1, 2010 in Word
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Gotta research more about this as I’ll be doing my masters degree paper on it..

Am I my father’s son? Am I my forefather’s son?
When his four daughters whore out the slums
My instrument, my heart beat my drum
Was thawed in the pits of a ship as I squint for the sun.

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