Lyrics:
at the 38th parallel
Blast those yellow reds to hell
Cold war kids were hard to kill
Under their desks in an air raid drill
Haven't they heard we won
In a vast empire that stretches from sea to sea
Unrest is brewing
Thousands of years under of romanov rule
Is wearing thin and it's there for your
They build walls of discontent
Force feed faith to desperate men
Promise heaven so repent
Fall in line or it's the end
Under a great great big
the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.
So come all ye young men who
Viktor was born in the spring of '44
And never saw his father anymore
A child of sacrifice, a child of war
Another son who never had
A father after
And I ain't talking bout no candy bar
Take over your strip like it's Kandahar
You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars
That concrete that's
the homie Floyd, I feel they hunting for niggas
They don't love me, mama, everyday we under attack
Knowing I try to turn away, I might get shot in the back,
officers will not come Lawmakers will not come Every traffic light will beam red Every ‘activist will play dead.
I fear
That Gay Black feminine men Will all
We Sing Of Love And Wealth And Fame, And Whence Our Father's Came,
We Sing Of How We Set Men Free, In This Great Land Of Liberty,
Lest We Forget
the stretch long nose ready to blow
It's time to decongest i keep a pistol
I shoot you and the bitch eatin' witchu
You come out the mall
I'm hidin' under ya car
bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out
and a blue one for me
Another red pass sit's menacingly
On the bench
The clerk doesn't mention my father's absence
I copy my mother and clip my pass
I'm gonna drain your heart dry
I'm going to lap up every drop of hope and love and feel it run down my chin
I'm going to turn men into beasts
as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red
while the fool toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building
to the night
And fully pregnant with the day, with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight
Do you believe in the day?
Do you believe in the day?
Let me
Better get your passport
Asphault
Under my tires
Blue skies
Under that jet
They throw a lot of shade
But the Son shine's
We borderline great
When greatness
walk, yeah
Red eye on that choppa
Killer peakin' when you see the demon
(Grr! Grr)
Shittin' on a Phantom like the reaper
Tear the team to pieces
To the red, white, blue noose on my neck, wylin' for respect
Guess freedom ain't free, huh?
Really wanna see a difference, kill some politicians
Red men get
Hiding from the creatures in the dark
Freezing are the cold winds, burning hearts
The blood of hundred men
Colors the snow red, braveheads
They are falling
my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box
In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock
Ain't
someone to back the blue
That ain't afraid to stand for the red, white, and blue
With some grit, there's a few good men over there fighting for Uncle Sam
live to be adults, sheeit
No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue
It's the evil that men do
But every nigga on my block
Can't stop, and he
The sun rose high over gunshots and the awful sound of whipping
Blanche hid under her bed, but could still hear the red blood dripping
Her mother rooted
Like Jack Torrance they bust through my door after midnight
Two men in uniform cuff and tie my hands tight
I got the feeling that something ain't
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