My brothers in the plight Who ain't got your head right Too many people shed blood For us not to shed light We hot we dead right We drop we take
My brothers in the plight Who ain't got your head right Too many people shed blood For us not to shed light We hot we dead right We drop we take mics
mind, he's ready He is ready to exploit the weakness Of the century's greed and feebleness And the lies they whisper To his brothers and sisters Please
t wait In the victim's mind, he's ready He is ready to exploit the weakness Of the century's greed and feebleness And the lies they whisper To his brothers
your little brother All them foster homes...", fuck you motherfucker! I had you beat "No I was playin' possom, remember? I let you watch your little girls blossom I gave you enough time, your souls
little brother All them foster homes...", fuck you motherfucker! I had you beat "No I was playin' possom, remember? I let you watch your little girls blossom I gave you enough time, your souls
