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Hung Jury
Chinedu Akunne
Ay Brotha do you hear me on them loud speakers They tryna change us people outta believers They can't face the fact that their not true teachers We messengers and preachers I remember when you told me study history and not to slave for a degree Thats why I don't follow that decree of a light being the all seen cus the reflection is teelin me, me, me and blinding til I feel asleep Thats when the evil creep and started telling me things But I see the Jealousy They've been imposin on you and me like who plays the better cymbal and don't hold a hand marked with red blues clues teaching tools showing whats in the zoos Tellin me how to cue on a tube so I can fail my test on whats really inside that chest

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