The Op-Ed Slam

sun up by Omaur Bliss

Hold on my brother, hold on my sister
for the hunt is on .
Do not be shaken for godís gonna trouble the water
Theyíre trying to divide us
Theyíre trying to bend our wills
Pulsating, pounding, whipping, cracking of flesh
as they try to brand us with this new world order of how they say itís gonna be
But, hold on my brother, hold on my sister , cuz gosís gonna trouble the water
Theyíre trying to destroy us
Theyíre taking babies from us
Suffocating us with their hate cuz all weíre trying to do is live
But they want us to die, they want our minds to die
Hold on cuz you are all that Iíve got and I am all that youíve got and we are all that weíve got
Hold on
Never let them take our minds, never let them take our spirits
Hold on till itís time to fight the good fight for our babies, our babies
Hold on my brother, hold on my sister cuz godís gonna trouble the water.

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