EXPOSE! Sainsbury’s Whore; Rachab’s Living Hell:

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La-La gang-banged Rachab’s mouth

Shit-washed her worm-ridden face

Laughed at The Poet; feeling good about

Personal drug-ridden, prostituted disgrace

Prepared a ‘Jacket’; hiding the pimp-father

Blameing Me to hide her shame

Nodding profusedly on every street corner

Publicly reading bible; RastafarI was her claim

Chapeltown police took her side

Keeping ‘shtum’ ferreting that punter-record

Like Rochdale; wilfully turned wide

Bettison’s corrupted crypt, openly abroad

Lying, scratching, sucking, and: paid with crack

Wrinkled and festered; aged years in months

GPRS-honed taxis relentlessly track

Alert Law-abusive Babylon punks

Evidence there, proliferating the net

Pictured all in white – on her knees

Ruined young children’s lives; who will forget

Trailer-load of Asians, for money, gleefully pleased

Hidden in the dark: now look! Light

Twisted mind descended to hell for release

Sucking toes, licking feet

Obviously, You deserve your plight

So called friends using clever You; to get at me

Your haggard soul I now conspicuously bury

When you dig a hole, always dig two

One for your unsuspecting victim and one

For oh so clever, assholed you

Tell everyone your child is mine

Like I told police: Rachel died, you swine

Poet BAFFLE; keep laughing beast!

Descending To Hell:

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“Poet!

How long  now?  Have you

Not completed this gruelling

Dirge?  Heaven has closed

Her eyes; Hell frozen over

Demons don wicked disguise

As they cross the border, seeping

Over as wilful marauders

 

Visitation of Truth; brings one

So bold, as Poet.  Happenings concurred

Since energetic, enthusiastic youth

Emotions and feelings become exquisite

Poe’sy humbles; enjoined to Word

Her master.  Listening intently, careful

Not to stumble

So averting unmitigated disaster

 

Street lifes not such a brilliant idea

Encouraging the young ‘below the salt’

Pursuit of badness, having no fear

Seeking another in whom to find fault

Urbanism: Satan’s way f’e t’ek control

Cheap trap; a novel way to suck you in

Ulterior motive, capture your soul

Inviegling your giving in, to sin

 

Same t’ing a-gwaan, nutton really change

Time run an’ pass, everybody singular

Man an’ man, no time to rearrange

‘Dem life, before they ‘ketch hell-fire

Y’u see?  When you involve inna darkness

It becomes difficult to see clearly

Oh! For Jahlove with sweet caress

And against wickedness, pure immunity

 

Me s’ey: when y’u see I, y’u see Jah-jah

Not the wicked drinking Babylon wine

Only Jah-Jah children survive on-yah

Receiving FarI-power m’ek we divine

‘Sign o’ the times,’ destruction revealed

Eat-up Bible, stand firm: Truth and Rights

Babylon kno’a!

Ca’an hear!  Must bloodclaat feel

Jah-vengeance line-up; inna HIM sights

Fire bu’n Wickedheart, children suffered

Unleash Selassie I Wrath; judgment!  Oppressor

Time come!  Feel Jah-Jah as life departs

Blessed be The Most High

Unto HIM all glory is given

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreadlocks And The Prostit’ruth:

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Now: all you must listen this

See man a’ wear ’nuff  locks

Undeniable visionary, sporting twist

videoed self stroking penis

only explanation; must be abusing rocks

And the beast!  Dressin’ Rasta colours

Sporting Adultworks; all in white

With prick-in-mouth; ain’t no rumour

Picture card evidence exposedly bright

Reverse psychology, call people mad

Trapped pornographic veil; that’s alright

People walking – chin on ground

Fostering cacophanous living lie

Children them have; poison ‘pon sound

Another can’t read; non-intellectual died

So!  Push-out your chest

Claim Selassie I Truth

Time come: you must confess

Them ha’ fe stop poisoning the youth

Devils walking earth, in open pretense

Society compromise them feigning JAH

These words flow – them have no defence

Abusing, confusing about Zion’s Mighty Ruler

So g’waan, look your reflection

Wearing horns – inna y’u ass

Now look!  See?  This madman have too much class.

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