Texty:
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If I murdered millions tell me would you believe? If I called it social progress would you fucking believe in me? If I sugar coated lies, would you believe

if you had your way jim crow would dance again. make a mockery of what happened way back when segregation rained and thunder covered cries. any other

the yesteryears and the conversations of our dreams and fears. you grabbed yours. i'm grabbing mine now. at your wedding i just smiled and thought about how life goes by so fast

If i never had a point, then what am i driving home? i push through all the bullshit just waiting for the fall. give an inch... you want a foot. i can

we're part of a profit plan. we're all caught up in a scam to make companies money to bite the feeding hand. i know that i'm not perfect. i never said

you've had a lifetime to find yourself, lose yourself and find yourself again. paint yourself an excuse and take it for an end. rate it. frame it in

get the fuck out! here there's no interest in what you're about. preaching your violence... just leave it alone. here there's no interest in what you

And if you don't agree with me, well then you can sit home until your grave. Because, at any age, we'll be on this stage playing fast, smart, strong,

alarm clock rings, i crawl out of bed. i'm not looking forward to what lies ahead. all day i'm like a zombie, the working dead. today's gonna be a boring