Blood brewin', Skin burnin', Ol' massa made sure us ladies was watchin' The black whip slashing their bodies,
As you read between the lines, You'll never know what you'll find All those intricate words and phrases intertwined, All those syallables and letters combined
Through the fog are dreams that can be foreseen, but as soon as they're within reach, They quickly disappear.
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