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bound it's hands and fed it on lies Deep in it's mind thoughts are suspended in hate A frozen tomb earth's womb a dire state Who am I what am I where
resist me I'm a pit bull in time Your pretense is not what restricts me It's the circles inside The anatomy of kisses and a teacher who tries Who knows how we
big bell rings our day's at an end We clear our throats from the dusty air The machinery's din we always hear Now I lay me down to work I pray my
filling up with gasoline Fidel Castro's brother spies a rich lady who's crying Over luxury's disappointment So he walks over and he's trying To sympathise
away the nights with sights with bright lights Seeks still ride, engage in street fights Two to the head, pull around, he's dead Suspect fled, caught up with
[Eva:] It doesn't matter what those morons say Our nation's leaders are a feeble crew There's only twenty of them anyway What is twenty next to millions who Are
underground (eva:) It doesn't matter what those morons say Our nation's leaders are a feeble crew There's only twenty of them anyway What is twenty next to millions who Are
a B or C Their stomachs are empty, there?s not enough MD's But we can spend millions chasing WMD's Or we can just build a pipeline in the Mid-East And
man who's fight was for the masses He gave his life Say hey Johnny boy, the battle call United we stand and divided we fall Together we are what we can
, who's got it? Alvarado maniacs risk poison time buying dimes When you got the fix get in the mix There's no denving drug's the only factor Got me in
gold and diamonds are ripped from the earth right next to the slave castles where the water is cursed from where police brutality's not half as nice
you streak like a fofo mag i got it going on with the visions of that butter toffee mixed with that carmel coffee sittin pretty lookin bossy how we gon
are up at union square Let's take a ride Even though that we know that we can't get inside Standing out front On the prowl, on the hunt Who's it gonna
with gasoline Fidel castro's brother spies a rich lady who's crying Over luxury's disappointment So he walks over and he's trying To sympathise with
with gasoline Fidel Castro's brother spies a rich lady who's crying Over luxury's disappointment So he walks over and he's trying To sympathize with
s the freak here, you don't know me here She's a model, you my late night hoe They chase me, when they see me in the club With a lot alike Stacey Dash