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Deacon: |
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I see crabs climbing to be free |
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Where dog eat dog is the royal decree |
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Trust nobody |
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Mayflower to tee-pee |
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Over the meek sin wins since B.C. |
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You blame D.C. |
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I blame life |
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She blames Allah |
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He blames Christ |
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We put out bounties |
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We pay that price |
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For green backs we back stab and won't think twice |
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It's more money, more murder, more homicide |
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Over dollar bills free will creates Amistad |
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I'm a slave |
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Hard to escape the cell |
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and I ain't brave just because I moved to ATL |
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Couldn't pay me well enough to sing your fairy-tales |
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The cherry L I'm smokin' doesn't choke me like the very smell of life |
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Raw and uncut |
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Sex, drugs and gun lust |
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Land of the unjust |
