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Manipulation!


Uh, natural.. Someone give me the definition Equals..Dominic and all of his ambition Telling you that manipulation is no longer a part of me I was born as a natural child, so that aspect is a part of me I just go on YouTube and see the real deal Checking out different channels of people to see how they all feel The look mostly is never pointed to the public's appeal Only to the braveness of a person who is willing to be real Uh, take care of the temple that Jah Rastafari blessed you with Without such a blessing, the population would probably be stressing it Innovative minds thinking media gonna steer u wrong And we the ones that's right, we have no fright, because we was legit all along We are the subject to Marcus Garvey's song We sing the anthems n say prayers that's gonna help us live mighty and strong And if I get displaced by society, well let them fire me Because soon i'm going to have my own business and I will be the one doing the firing So let me take care of of my temple that I let fall off track Now I know what I have to do, sorry for the minor set back I know i go few n far between the people who are trying to get that But i strayed away from my own kind, my God.. I'm trying to get back Uh.. So let me make an organic garden and eat my ital food Maybe when people see the results They say yo D, I want to idol u And then everyone becomes a fan once i lend a helping hand But see no one likes tough love They run away from rough love Then they mad because i rather not manipulate this crown on my head My hair.. I rather let it blossom upside down like flowers sprouting from the air I rather see it matty n natty so i can be a natty dread-lock N let them grow long, never telling a single dread stop All mighty, Selassie, Marley, and Garvey Rasta leaders of today and tomorrow My idols most likely I think the concept is beautiful Live it everyday like its a ritual Spliff never to the mouth but my essential oils are herbitual My methods and my logic they all may seem a little difficult But they are the naturalist of things man Only because they're natural And if u ever second guess this earthly medication i am taking I turn my head the other way n say.. No more manipulation!
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