greetings,
In Bob marley song, root Natty roots.. he said ''some a dry wood, for da fire whoyo, look at that, ya see they need a dry wood to cook there raw food, whoayo look at that''... all day long people bring there garbage, there raw food and talk me to death about it, constantly, they dont even let me speak! they just pile heaps of there bullcrap and put it on my shoulders, what is this? Can Ini say there is any ras who isnt a drywood wood for babylon raw food? This stuff is intense, i'm constantly in the fire, the storm is always raging, no matter what i do, these people dont listen to the love and patience and virtue and overtsanding i tell em. InI would be wise to escape this a system.
Would ya let the system make ya kill ur brother man, NO DREAD NO!
One Love
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