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to try to get higher Helicopter I call it the freeway Look what money can buy Some men prefer to sail the sea I call it the aerospace I went as president
Four score and seven years ago So began the message Of a war-weary President Abraham Lincoln A message written on the back of An envelope on a train
get gory Be the same to see black men killed Then say, "we don't know the whole story" That's how it went from FOR PRESIDENT To the boy for World Leader
in the gutter your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it
Brown kids in cages Black bodies on the ground Women with old men's hands Covering their mouths While the white folks in their red hats are cheering
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine Give it up, give it up I wanna give
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw Whom tattoos the boy choose I'm winnin by 4 steps
new ports Whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum Now BP connect got us praying to them holy men Just had a daughter homie, named her
it's beef Out here in these streets Everybody tryna eat off the same plate Dead presidents, we want the same face And to think, me and the president
I made arrest the president America ate me Spoke the truth that the gov't hates me They labeled me a prejudice poet I'm speaking
am i representing all the underdogs who were underrated by the mediocre i swear if i ran for president i'd be overlooked cause of how i look
of WW II including the Normandy Beach invasion where many lives were sacrificed. Those men in battle had courage knowing they were in harms way fighting
helldär Men ja skiter i om do e president Högt skåola sägs va intelligent Tå do gar över gränsin så ere e redan hänt Bara eitt steg till Kombär närmari
Look into my eyes tell me what you see Real men do cry and we do die Rather be judged by twelve then six feet I keep preaching y'all don't hear me
and never will But I will fight for freedom Though the battle be uphill And I don't fight for conquerors Even if they're presidents They try to buy me with
"The matter for urgent discussion Shall if possible be referred to the President of the Senate Before commencement of the day sitting
A wars ugliest atrocities Are committed by the men who never have to bleed Pay somebody else a pretty penny for the trauma that's his to see Empire
"Mina damer och herrar I go by the name of "Fuckboy tretusen" Heha Det e zanglife Det e guldish Men framförallt så är det bara kärlek Vi e tillbaka
Only big cities have little men Living inside of a rolling tin can Holy molly roly-poly Metropolitan Only big cities have little men Living inside
let herself be won by men who are Impetuous rather than by those Who step cautiously – Niccolò Machiavelli
all about men in the ladies' room Unless it's by executive order It's all about babies and bathrooms to me Save your liberal jive about the greater
Day by day Play by play Moons must fall to feel the rays Sometimes only time heals pain So the lines will change Yet refrains remain the same You
You know, it allows grown men To drop jellied gasoline on children Which is what does happen every day It's exactly that kind of Blindness that allows
An ending dreamt of often, imagine a positive swab test The president infected, ventilated til his final breath This predicated on his penchant for
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