I will not become a father's spawn.
Will not love me Babylon.
I'll have to look at him trough the slit,
And him at me trough a sleep.
Him — with his very clay army
To go against unc.
His black people are a sculp
From the vacuum.
Black people are done
As one.
Paradox in the Japanese mart
Amid of mechanics.
Black people akin
People.
None of them can't be
Give birth to kid.
No black heart beats
Behind their ribs.
And only in them is the hope
Of Babylon...
21.01.2022г.
PS друг попросил написать песню на английском с помощью переводчика. английский знаю плохо. если подскажете ошибки, буду рада.
Mudman
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