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Working Title Blind

deep I can't see the light [Chorus] I'm bleeding my hands are cold Someone save me I've trusted what I can't see But everyone is blind [Verse 2] It

deep I can't see the light [Chorus] I'm bleeding my hands are cold Someone save me I've trusted what I can't see But everyone is blind [Verse 2] It

is set up to fuck you so you better be on the grind Don't be one of the blind gotta stay alert And put in work 'cause time is almost up Twistas, hurricanes

it out nasty comin down Scott Street Working on my tape Ima call it welches grape

My recital's prime to climb, homicidal rhymes unwind My rival's minds and time, they vital signs decline Your title's mine, resign, leave you blind '

through a complex intra-institutional system that connected to every branch of government, from the Social Security Administration to the Department of Defense. The operation, under the working title

me Take chances again if they under estimate me [Woodie] Say your Prayers count your blessings Grab your weapon grip it tight Cause tonight I sport my put in work

industry is set up to fuck u so u better be on the grind Don't be one of the blind gotta stay alert And put in work cuz time is almost up Twistas, Hurricanes

1997 by homonimous title Reedited in Transcendental Studies: A Trilogy on 2009] Angels go - we merely stray, image of a wandering deity, searching for wells or for work