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the same)
Even if you think it's all in vain

'Cause now you're turning her into a rose
Into a rose, into a rose, oh-oh
Into a rose, into a rose, into

to sleep
There is nothing I can do
I'm just a reject freak
Oh Free me
From all the guilt and the shame
I've carried since
I walked myself into a flame
He

know
Cool
I guess
I'm like probably anything you can
Call American
If not than I'm still
American
So than

My dream is not destroyed by
This

Creation & Destruction

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 1

2001

abandoned by my bitches and friends
You don't want beef with people like me so don't pretend
I'll resurrect your aborted baby and kill it again
You get no

part couldn’t give a shit
But I can’t help but do when it’s all a stage

My yearn to connect
To who can affect
The social reject
In me earns respect

and the class of 13
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me 

Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria 

Red alert is the color

Look mommy see
Ain't no chain on me
Then I open my blinds to see
I'm a citizen
Capitalized though capitalism
Trapped by socialism
So we stand

into the armed
forces. 'Gee Mr. Peterson' he cried eagerly,
'Do you think they'll assign me to one of those frontline
trenches (army talk here I don't

all again
Cuz I'm the freaking one of ten
At least I see it that way as likely everybody does
Yet it matters not cuz all this thought is helping me

blinded by lust
Getting fucking lost
The rumspell inside
Casting golden shots

I feel like I'm nowhere
Still here I am
To drown you in blood
Fly into your

Opposites reject
Under the rainbowflag
I'm indoctrinating trash
I'm a propagating lapse (fuck you!)
Nothing new to me
Heard it all before
Further more
It's

And now, the all-american Jazz band goes into action for our all-American audience!
Vocal star Bille Holliday
Supported by Roy Eldridge leads

Monarch so call me Satchel
Page after page gets ripped and thrown away
The cage of my rage just fades into the Frey
When I've tried to fade to black it's 50

my fault
And all the pieces fall
It ain't right, all of my words turn into a fight
And it keeps me up at night

Told myself I wouldn't stay

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

the album, you know
So, uh, Dame took me into the hallway
He's like "Yo, man, B, B, you don't want a brick, you don't want a brick"
"You gotta be under

to the top
While they prayin' on my downfall
But I said fuck em all
I'm gon prove em wrong
All American reject bitch I'm gon' move along
But it won't be too

someone had told me before

Playing a short album or you on All Saints Day
Kind of My thing
Playing an album for you on All Saints Day
The Gateway's my

on both my wrist and on my neck
I’m a King you better come at me correct (What Up!)
Don’t talk down, all I do is give respect (You Knew!)
I’m up now, used

at the snaring band
But it runs off your hands like mercury
Eyes are too small, I move by touch
And all I touch feels empty
I pass unseen

So it is with words,

I never could walk on water
Just so you can watch me drown
I won't follow you
And your lost cause
You've let me down

It's time to peel you off of me

I am my own worst enemy, and it seems as time is passing by
I look into the sky and I start to understand why
Nothings ever permanent, life's a waste

Don't compare me to no man
I was made by God man
Fear only God man
Rise above

Don't compare me to no man
I was made by God man
Fear only God man

the water
Lead me down into the water
For all my life
It takes a crutch to be with me here now
Lead me down into the water
Lead me down and let me drown in

side of the street ain't always sunny  
Even when it rains, we're coming up daisy's  
Just a couple kids living this American dream baby  
 
Tell me what