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[Blood-Pigggy]

In this whole diagram of life, in its trembling roots, the Rastafarian agenda has been kept under a persistent diaphanous foam of secretive murmurs and accusations.

The lock and key have both been lost, releasing the portcullis of a floodgate that has only served to drown the individual voices of the Rasta acolytes.
A cycle, undoubtedly vicious, undoubtedly malevolent on the part of Babylon's furtive attempts to submerge a powerful and influential society, have drawn this country into a web of deceit, hate, and people with power engaging in cybersex.

Owned.

Let me tell you a story, it goes like this.

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think sow
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

With this decree, a great god of charismatic air and mellifluous voice formed an astounding society of independence and creativity. In his powerful wisdom, strange became unique rather than taboo, what else considered malevolent in the old land simply because of its difference in nature is now a beloved expression of character.

You are not limited to yourself, you are now only limited to the dreams of imagination's wanderings, and its limitless intent to inspire.

Five, five, oh.
Nineteen ninety one.

A ship, a ship, a ship, a ship.
A ship in the ocean. Sails on the ship, men on the ship, giants on the ship.
Visibly, there is something. On the ship. Sails on the ship, men on the ship, giants on the ship.
On heaven, the sky is made from paper, the corners fold when I touch them with fleshy fingertips. The sun is not there where it is, it is there when I think to see it. Ah -
- how do I think so?
The sun is there, it is burning lacquer insets, plastics and the inferno is comfort to I.
Sun, sun, sun sails on the ship, men on the ship, sails, giants on the ship.
My ocean, berates the giant gray man with ominous eyes portent. Yes. To a large prophecy that speaks, very well so, of a time, when my world. Or mine. Is to be bested.

Bested by the guides of edibles. I follow trails left by stained sugar, leads to the hole where I. There is no end to the fall. Sucking up into myself while I trail the trail of the rainbow white sugar on the tips of vision.
Spokes and wheels, or, rather triumphant things that I think are to be mine.
Eyes is as eyes does on the ship full of giants.
Eyes issasdoesfshipfgiants
Eyesfaiasfiants on shipthesi
Giantasgiantsasigiantsgiants
Dsghipfullofagiantsassdoes
Fdsodesdoesthieship
Sdoontheshipfofgiangiangian

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