Jamaican people are the funniest
I remember looking up from the pitt you dugg me in. I remember turning into a gost. I remember rising up from the grave, killed for all your sins...
I am not claimimg to be Jesus Christ, because as far as I'm concerned I don't have a penis between my leggs.
However it is possibly clear that I am the holy ghost, living inside you. Buuh.
I have met this man in real life, last summer, in Bob Marleys childhood home. Where he is resting in peace. The adress is ninemile. I think. Beautiful.
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