Lyrics:
I've got an old Colt .45
My daddy gave it to me
Made all the way back in 1911
By the U.S. Armory
Got not use for this piece of iron
It's too damn
Rats, with their black tongues
scour the world with arrogance
It's our job
to set them free
Cursed
so deep beneath the skin
how can there be something
funny like a accent
They'd rather see us in headlines wit crimes in the caption
Or in the streets reppin' sets, what you jackin'
Or dead by police, they
Black-dyed minds staring at each other's eyes
Bacteria fought by leucocytes
Set free is the strife
You need to get killed to die
Man always strives
For what
the purpose of mere curiosity
The carcasses stench smell as they pile
Yet still the villains remain in constant denial
I now rule this empire, I will set you
inside this world is enough
To make a person go insane
I thought the truth would set me free
But now I'm falling in the scheme of things
Living just
He ndoda
Sunday mood
Champagne flutes
All black dress
High heels too
Chinese collar
Brown leather shoes
Reba on the mic
She gonna set the mood
This
Screaming ancient incantations
Sleep unbinded by my sight
Dead but dreaming, darklords waking
From the house of death set free
Sixty demons, bow before
I could die to soothe your grief
But now it's time to set it free
Plagues never cease to fall upon our home
The flags we hold have digged our
trees
The sun may be shining but I would not know
There's a black smokescreen set across my window
Flowers shall bloom while lovers pledge rings
Lord I
of too much to give
Though they can't see she wants to live
Through different eyes
How could it be
Their arms turned to wings as they were set free
How
us free
There is a chasm between you and me
Like a ray of light but in disguise
All the pain and horrors are left behind
At night these flames reach
ourselves defy the word of God
Free will is the key to salvation
Look to the heavens to see the sky burnt black
Look to the end where time is turning back
lose it all just to gain one honest belonging
Holding it so tight because it asked me to free myself from yawing
These are the serious moments described
lose it all just to gain one honest belonging
Holding it so tight because it asked me to free myself from yawing
These are the serious moments described
that
Puts yutes in ashtrays
Paramedic check, so you man move awkward
When madman pull, man madman forward
He was on free flow gettin' escorted
The only
On his first day in the White House, the voters said to Joe
Close the camps, set the families free
On his second day in the White House, the voters
buckle you
Yea, I'm all stressed out, I'm not confortable
I don't play by your rules, I stick and move
Everyday that you do, catches up to you
I want my
to see, one me set free
From castration from alienation
From regimentation from the dehumanization
From americanization"
with the insane
For now I seem to have escaped
From the spell that's been cast upon me
For now my soul is set free
From the cold
Before I go
Before I
Looking out my window pane,
Sitting by the door alone
She's left me once again,
Cheap wigs and long black hose.
It's an every night affair,
With
the place
WORK is nothing but a diversion
Something you are supposed to do
According to the rules
Made up by who?
A long, long tome ago
A slow death tailored
the Benz with blunts with smoke
coming' out the window
Holler when you see
me
spending' money,
Black bag fulla filthy cash
Had to get that
back
Homie where
It seems to be you've changed the way you look at me
When I could give two fucks so I set you free
It's easier to tell me that you don't want me than
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