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Well that's a Negro, who was dead,
Loss is not, and there is a return.
The Negro is rotting and growing shala,
Shala and the poppies grow, rising above the roof.

And if he was drunk - he'd ripped off her,
And if he wanted to eat - he would have devoured her,
And if he wanted to sleep - he would have squeezed it,
A white farmer - tried planting.

It was the last nigga
In the white light,
polednie Niger
In the white light.

Africa yet Africa is empty -
Growing coconuts,
Africa yet Africa is empty -
Ran elephants, hippos.

Good one cop who is dead,
Loss is not, and there is a return.
Ment is rotting and growing shala,
Shala and the poppies grow, rising above the roof.

It was the last litter
On the continent,
Applause...

Well where, where, where are my presents?