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storm, play the back burner Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace Fuck a soulmate, low heart pace, pulse at a

a gamble Hoppin' on the white horse, tryin' to get a handle On the fast pace that we call the last race Step wit' precaution when you enter this place We got a

't fight the fact that Life goes black when those lights go out But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own 'Cause ain't a damn thing free Back

soul to save the youth and place myself upon the altar Make this world a better place both for my wife and for my daughters And that's a hard lesson to

fight back Against a system that's built upon leaving you trapped And how we manage that is stand and turn it off It's a personal commitment to get this

can't fight the fact that Life goes black when those lights go out But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own 'Cause ain't a damn thing free Back

wheeler A nigga don't play, and I'm all about my pay Until I get it that way, I'ma be a gorilla I put pistols in niggaz pillows, and change they mind