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[Chorus - Brother Ali] - 2X |
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Have mercy on me my Lord |
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I'm just tryin to walk to the corner store |
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And the brown and blue armies are always at war |
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What on Earth they wanna harm me for? - I don't know |
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[Verse 1 - Brother Ali] |
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We raise monsters in the basement |
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Feed 'em shell casings and train 'em to chase us |
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We rip most the pages out |
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Of the Bibles and Qur'ans, in this house it's their view we care about |
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Such as God has forsaken us |
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And from his anger gush forth plagues and floods |
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The chosen people done stoned the great prophets |
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His mighty wrath stay upon us 'til the day of judgment |
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We spend days punchin brick walls |
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The scabs we rip 'em off and fill them bitches with salt |
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To all injury we add insult |
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Got a leather bound edition of shit that ain't our fault |
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Swabbin down the bridges with lighter fluid |
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Too timid to burn 'em, we pray the lightning do it |
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I wear this mask 'til my face grow to fit it |
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Frozen in a paradigm, waitin out my sentence |
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Livin in a well (well), self made Hell (Hell) |
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Medicated, dwellin in a pit within myself |
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I waste time patiently, sufferin the pain |
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And kindly invite you to Hell for not savin me |
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I see a poor victim's face |
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Reflected on the pawn shop glass pistol case |
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The breath make it foggy and then it gets clear |
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Now which metal here would fit best in the ear? |
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[Chorus] |
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[Outro - Brother Ali - talking] |
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We gon' dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that shit |
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File the dice so as the seven never hits and palm the joker, reverse magic trick (no shit) |
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Yes shit, we gon' dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that shit |
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File the dice so the eleven never hits and palm the joker |
