ack.
he is talking about the one's that will not get off the couch after the presidency is stolenā¦
those terrorists, right?
at least niggers loot and burn when fucked with.
dies slow.
exactly what comfort do you derive from this arbitrary system superimposed upon reality?
the babylonians timed things differently.
the fact you have only five digits makes you better?
smarter?
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handicapableā¦ that must be it.
>>21287430
doesn't know.
kamala-come-come
Thereās a young man with a gun.
Young man lost his honey
When she took it on the run.
kamala-come-one!
She took it on the run!
Left her baby lonely
But he baby aināt done.
kamala-come-coo
The windāll blow ya through.
Ya gotta go where kaās wind blows ya
Cause thereās nothin else to do.
kamala-come-two!
Nothin else to do!
Gotta go where kaās wind blows ya
Cause thereās nothin else to do.
kamala-come-key
Can you tell me what ya see?
Is it ghosts or just the mirror
That makes ya wanna flee?
kamala-come-three!
I beg ya, tell me!
Is it ghosts or just your darker self
That makes ya wanna flee?
kamala-come-ko
Whatcha doin at my doā?
If ya doan tell me now, my friend
Iāll lay ya on de floā.
kamala-come-foā!
I can lay ya low!
The things Iāve do to such as you
You never wanna know.
kamala-gin-jive
Aināt it grand to be alive?
To look out on Discordia
When the Demon Moon arrives.
kamala-come-five!
Even when the shadows rise!
To see the world and walk the world
Makes ya glad to be alive.
kamala-mox-nix!
Youāre in a nasty fix!
To take a hand in traitorās glove
Is to grasp a sheaf of sticks!
kamala-come-six!
Nothing there but thorns and sticks!
When your find your hand in traitorās glove
Youāre in a nasty fix.
kamala-loaf-leaven!
They go to hell or up to heaven!
The the guns are shot and the fires hot,
You got to poke em in the oven.
kamala-come-seven!
Salt and yowā for leaven!
Heat em up and knock em down
And poke em in the oven.
kamala-ka-kate
Youāre in the hands of fate.
No matter if itās real or not,
The hour groweth late.
kamala-come-eight!
The hour groweth late!
No matter what shade ya cast
Youāre in the hands of fate.
kamala-me-mine
You have to walk the line.
When you finally get the thing you need
It makes you feel so fine.
kamala-come-nine!
It makes ya feel fine!
But if youād have the thing you need
You have to walk the line.
kamala-come-ken
Itās the other one again.
You may know her name and face
But that donāt make her your friend.
kamala-come-ten!
She is not your friend!
If you let her get too close
Sheāll cut you up again!
kamala-come-call
We hail the one who made us all,
Who made the men and made the maids,
Who made the great and small.
kamala-come-call!
He made us great and small!
And yet how great the hand of fate
That rules us one and all.
kamala-come-ki,
Thereās a time to live and one to die.
With your back against the final wall
Ya gotta let the bullets fly.
kamala-come-ki!
Let the bullets fly!
Donāt āee mourn for me, my lads
When it comes my day to die.
kamala-come-kass!
The child has come at last!
Sing your song, O sing it well,
The child has come to pass.
kamala-come-kass,
The worst has come to pass.
The Tower trembles on its ground;
The child has come at last.
kamala-come-come,
The battleās now begun!
And all the foes of men and rose
Rise with the setting sun.
ā¦
juseyin.