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Story Of The Year With One Voice

for one Now this feeling is something more than nothing. One life Follow me Too long to watch this burn One life together We will face this world as one

history without a pen No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin Hold up, this ain't a number one record This is practically assault with

years ago Here beside him stands a man A soldier from the looks of him Who came through many fights But lost at love While the story teller speaks A

be us Chill dog Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother Pop wasn't around, so many stories

agree with him Can't even spar with niggaz what's the reason for a gym Ain't hot enough to even work up a sweat I been fire since Wu days with The Perfect

ask me Went to school everyday, and I still can't read I count money like a champ, now ask me Why everyday does the task force jack me The story's been told one

I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town

I thousand years of torture and hunger Drove the people away from their land A land full of beauty and wonder Was raped by the British brigands Goddamn, Goddamn If you could keep voices

The carpenter he tried with pliers the telephone man tried with wires The firemen they tried with fire but couldn't melt that peanut utter sandwich With ropes and pulleys drills and coil with