Antigang sun of death,
Life would flourish in a transparent globe,
If it wasn't for you.
Look how the nightengale doesn't sing anymore.
Antigang you are neighborhood guys,
Stop drinking tears from the people's eyes.
Master Midnight and Cemetery* ask you to have mercy,
The little birds have no tears left any more.
Antigang you are black African men too.
God'
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signed stich's lil Sis
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