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Hundred Reasons Broken Hands

what you want from me nobody's telling you where to go don't think I am so naive to be fool by these smokescreens We languish in the sun, broken hands

Take what you want from me nobody's telling you where to go don't think I am so naive to be fool by these smokescreens We languish in the sun, broken hands

was love and what had come before Our hands were pressed against the day That one of us would want to run away As separate as black from blue And easy as a hundred

catchers for the slave master Then the conservatives called up reservists To active service left families nervous but more importantly broke nine Hundred

m serious I'm not joking no doubt You know how many doubters' bones have been broken You may not have known before but now you know The reason why Charlie

much the same You took what was not yours Went against your own bible You broke your own laws Just to out do the rival But did you ever apologize For the hundreds

to go in the deep Don for real with the same gotti traumata pill Von o niel, embraced by the arms of the ill Art of war, a hundred men, cars galore Wanted

cans. Is it any wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force When so called radicals work hand in hand with the ruling elite? Yesterday

off! [freddie foxxx] Yo check this out, all jokes aside Let's get busy [krs-one] Word! blastmaster krs-one in the house Hah, everybody for some reason