[this is the internet so why bother with actual doing things and instead just fuck with things. running words through multiple translations in google translate has long been a favorite past-time of mine, so I took the lyrics to Princess Nokia's "Brujas" song, ran it from English to Yoruban, then Yoruban to Spanish, then back to English, because she mentions Yoruban and Puerto Rican ancestry. she also mentions Arawak but google translate is wack and has no indigenous languages like that because google is a tool of colonial techno-dominance over not only the physical but also metaphysical landscape. the only safe space left is pataphysical in nature, and most refuse to believe such a realm even exists.]
I am your case
I am your case
We are ghetto conjectures
Talk about the successful language
Fall to the ground
In Sage at the door
In Sage at the door
In Sage at the door
In Sage at the door
Speaking, we can say the fines
Long lasting, long nail
Wounds of corn, pigs
The parents are still in prison
Good witches, I fuck with
Wrong bad, we work hard
Four elbows, four corners
North, east, west, southern shit
Good witches, I fuck with
You have disabled my tool
Diet, work tracking
If not, it's not something
Orisha, change
Orisha, change
Orisha, change
The silver coins on the counter
I am black black blackman from Yoruba
And my people came from Africa, Cuba
And he mixed Arawak, the first people
I'm the black Native American, I'm everywhere
I am black black blackman from Yoruba
And my father in Nigeria, my grandchildren are witches
And I came from an island and I called it Puerto Rico
And that is one of the smallest but you have many people
Orisha, change
Orisha, change
Orisha, change
The silver coins on the counter
The silver coins on the counter
Rage with my power
Rage with my power
Rage with my power
Rage with my power
Rage with my power
Rage with my power
Rage with my power
Rage with my power
Talk to companies with my friends
I am the head of this pact
I'm a wandering guy, you do not know who you love
Light is the best lamp
I heard that the night is dark
And if he does not notice his steps, the great fisherman will return
I put on a white shirt and I was able to pick up your luggage
And if you're looking for me with hate, then I'm in the light
Your bad path does not fight
I am not a queen of the night
I'm free, I'm tired and I'm all white
I am your case
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