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Who say, that we free. When all I see is destruction around me. They still gun us down in the streets. Like slavery still walking the beat. My brother and sisters, it's time to complete. Renewing our minds and putting the devil under Our feet. Only we can bring yourselves out of the deep. But, we must help one another so we can all Be reached. Let's stop giving all we have to someone else. Keep your money and spend it where brother and sister Dwell. Let's stop trying to be, who they want us to be. And become what yeshua intended us to be. You were kings and queens of the world. The very first to serve. The very last to leave. The greatness is still in our heart to belive and achieve.
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Maccafee
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