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a hellhole

Bought a gun disciplined himself
Shoot those those bastards right between the eyes
Crime figures fell like dead leaves
The city breathed a sigh
it freeze to the bone
Friends of doom proudly stands

They ride faster than the wind
With lightning speed they strike
Black ravens follow where
robbing the rich 
Is for worse or for best 

They take it by stealing 
And lying and gambling 
And I take it my way 
My shiny Black Bess 

I treat
exactly have they done said sheriff John Brown
For me to shoot those poor old bastards down
Then outstepped the preacher with his hand upon his heart
will quit.

In the forest I'm burning, struck down by the blast
The fever is churning, and the heat rises fast.
and those standing nearest can show
black abyss
Our shell of wrath explodes, they're winding like an ill
That day we're ready to make those bastards kneel

Many relocated all across
obtains the stain, will gain a rain
That pours, it soars my brain to yours

Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no
Lightning of destruction fills the crumbling sky. 
Proud I march over the useless bleeding waste. 
Free from those pathetic chains that holds us to our
will quit.

In the forest I'm burning, struck down by the blast
The fever is churning, and the heat rises fast.
And those standing nearest can show
him to come back
My eyes are blurred my poor old heart is breaking
As I'm writing you this letter edged in black

Then I bowed my head and in silence
The black smokestack was barking
The steam made them pistons groan
And behind that screaming whistle
You could hear that engine moan
The train was
Put a dead cat on the railroad tracks
When the wolf bains blooming by the tressle
And get the eyeball of a rooster
And the stones from a ditch
and Enfield
To answer smartly sir and shine the boots
Me and all the other poor bastards
Glengarry bonnets on at bugle call
I never thought I looked good in
Ordained by law to train the poor 

I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no more 

It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men 

Magic will only
to play
That poor bastard hung himself the other day
Oh how the years seem to fly by
Is death the final high

Cause Richard hung himself
Richard hung
this

Ain't nowhere to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul

Surrounded by the colors, I see crimson, black
[Killah Priest]
The prophecies of a poor man end on a train
Take his last breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her
from the deep black abyss 
Our shell of wrath explodes 
They're winding like an ill 
That day we're ready 
To make those bastards kneel 

Many
capital broadening class lines
Broken by the bastards that regulate your wages
Poverty is our crime and employment is our cage

Its 1998 and the time
unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top divas
Diplomatic immunity, no time for a Visa
And just because, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides
on
Respirators for killing my best, poor haters
On permanent, hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan
Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
I was standing by the window yesterday morning,
Without a thought of worry or of care,
When I saw the postman coming up the pathway,
With such
was
It's a goddamn war of attrition
It's a death by a thousand cuts
And if these motherfuckers made it to heaven
They burned the bridge when they got
unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top divas
Diplomatic immunity, no time for a Visa
And just because, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides