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No Justice 2Nd Avenue

's like trying to hide from the very air that I breathe I hate to admit it, but I'm afraid it's true There's nowhere over you CHORUS (2x) Far enough

I can see her now clear as i did then there in my rearview painting on her lips bare feet on the dash late hot summer night she liked to tell me no but

He called his new movement: The Five Percent Nation" [Lord Jamar:] Greatest story never told, Clarence Smith Clarence 13X, to the Father Allah, let's go Aiyo, February 22nd