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We bring the ill words disturbing your mental
keep with this tempo, instrumentals beating listo
stopping evil ambientos, te viento puros dichos duros
Es el Fin- te lo juro! Dios da vista a los ciegos,
asta vos a los mudos. No seas burro del sistema
be a bold freedom winner- Holding His Holy things sacred
hate the Hatred Beginner. I was cast a sinner
since birth, cursed since my first steps were taken.
Sometimes Life's worst than Death
for those born poor, left forsaken.
With every step that I'm takin'
I'm breakin' laws that they're makin'-
placing me in slavery, Hey, they're gravely mistaken...
I'm shaken shackles off my feet, God set me free
The Prodigal Son's on the run from lapd
City police see no peace until they cease all this hurtin'.
I've nothing to lose,
so I choose to refuse to be their Beast of Burden.
As bad times worsen,
We're rehearsin burstin' barrels at pharoahs;
homeboys attack with packed clips
stacked with poison-tip arrows.
Careful where you dare stroll
'cause the road grows narrow.
They say hot lead shreds flesh
and stays embedded in marrow.
I'm just a scarecrow at the crossroads
urging Lost Souls repentance, for
false apostles get reprimanded and handed
a death sentence... Two thousand census
found figures triggers senseless defenses
saying rebel sects pose threats
to those white picket fences.
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