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Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my

tossers With dollar budget pushing low grade quality That's like ghost face sportin' some no name walabees Now I be damned if I sit on my ass While these MC's trespass cross my

your done, thinking your prev one I count it down like an identity from ten to one My only enemy?s the sun it restricts my movement When the full moon

hands Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees Try drink, food, cigarette, the tension will not ease I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my

the colours on the easel It?s my worlds nature the mother of my people It?s the sun dance moon walk Swing of my system The boogie to my baby With my

of my thinkin' Even God don't hear my prayer or him just not care Got a son in this world, stressed out losin' my hair Demon's tryin' to take my soul

talent shows at schools Saturdays on the 18 make my way down to the record pool I met a grip of people that was bullshit Was down with a lot of people

people everywhere Check your frequencies Let me see you getting down onto the dance floor Nesians are you with me Are you with me Friday night is the scene Party people

No muthafucka shall be a life-taker We cross the firing line, sickos on both sides Terror strikes under streetlights and grow More out of control and psycho My