Babylon
Babylon Gone burn
Hotter than a perm
Lost sheep better learn
We living in the end times
But we blind
With no sense of time
In a European nation
But we claiming that they racist
They brought us on a slave ship
But keep that on the low
Cause that’s flagrant,
Babylon gone burn
My bible watered down
What do I do now.
Babylon gone burn
Babylon gone burn
Babylon gone burn.
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