Black Niggers Kill Lives

it doesn't my anger is yet spoken of


it ain't about you till a nigga gets shot

There is no chair to be had of your hatred of your own self

You are an object you are my heart you take it you take your it is your you are not a toy it is yet announced you are our leader at your deathbed I am awakened by your spirit and only that you had not only become my hairdresser you are not to talk it is your silence and that is our decision to block you not mina it is not yet my blockade i do not get blocked by caller only by your decision and that's my respect to you, Ice is not your land your land is not fire, you are lacking in emotion, that I have and not you, take my sadness and happiness for my Iceland it is your leader it won.