Once many ships sailed from Afrika with kings and queens, journeyed to distant lands. Stripped down to I and I soul, I and I spirit cried out relentlessly. Dem tek whey I and I gold, silver and rubies and now dem give I and I paper, and talk bout it is our saviour. Black track walk many miles in creation. Still Solomon’s people are still on trial. A long tradition footprint in the sand erased by the wind or was it an error of pencil and paper. The mystery of history cannot hide the fact it takes more than four hundred years to stop the righteous in their tracks. Continually pursuing justice, we have testified of a new world national and multinational a gathering of diverse races, from which the west has become wealthy in their persue for dominance of the human race.
RAS MUSI
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