blood clot who ever intends me harm;
yours in the oven stand up with rising heat
fend off the thief
any poisonous blow of my labors
darkens your flesh and crown your head with knives
a pillar of cursed backed with a stiff elbow
behind as i move, the weak of soul pass
leaving a plum or two
pick up where i left off
and move in blossom with the
voice of Buju Banton
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