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Devil Ate My Son The Eyes Of A Dead Man

We are the targets of the warlords. Their fire burns us to ashes. Where is the sense in all of this killing? A game of power on both sides. We are the

it feel to be alone in the inferno The eyes of.. Falling and drifting the course remains unclear He''s setting sail to better places ..a dead man Pictures

my days Please save me from this darkness and spent my body rest Exhausted by this long way I've to walk in fear May heaven collapse above my weary head

mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest On the block duckin charges, ni**a f**k the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke

mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest On the block duckin charges, ni**a f**k the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke

mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest On the block duckin charges, ni**a f**k the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke

mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle hardest On the block duckin charges, ni**a f**k the sergeant He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke

the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past records tell a