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Yeah, the blacks and whites'll keep on fightin'
And the blood does light the streets with writin'
On the wall, it wasn't a material door's maid
Let's sink quick, deep in my head,
And he said that satan's gonna change my world
And the horoscope said I oughta change my mood
And the old men keep sayin', shit they been sayin'
For twenty years, caught'm since the lover been playin'
A lab rat king with a middle class no name
See if the guns work well
I'd saw your lil' heart up for a brand new dolla'
If you won't tell, I won't tell

I-I-I confess
That I can't put my finger on the trigger
To control the stress
I take drugs in the closet,
While the class is goin' on
And the girls in the lockers undress
I got my mind wide open,
And my eyes closed shut,
While policemen kick me in the head

And the blacks and whites they keep on fightin'
And the hooligans line the streets with writin'
On the wall, like a pitbull
Buries a treasure
But it's just a bone, to make him feel better.
And everyone says, take it slow and easy,
But destruction transcends from a ??? stash
While the old men keep sayin',
Shit they been sayin'
For twenty years,
Caught up since the lova been playin'
A lab rat king, with a middle class no name
See if the guns work well
I'd saw your lil' heart up for a brand new dolla
If you won't tell, I won't tell

[Chorus x2]

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