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Black Dust

Opium ice dope black
What a grape juice to crave
Such a flavor of knock out
Asoothing my days

Talking to me of this
Mine ah deared ah telling
Of how to waltz threw life
Without out of actual bailing

Such an ah flava to spawn
Me to thoughts of my dividends
An ah sexy of aneed me
Without there's no to me ah wins

Written by Sandals (Birchel Devon Robinson)
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Author's Note
I be drinking a homemade champelle called Black Dust. It is sometimes called opium ice dust black champelle.
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