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going 4 the ride seems to me to be genocide heals so high veins truly cry blouses showing the breast; no imagining the rest Call a spade a spade; Designed to degrade Will We regret revealing the secret Sweet taste of honey just for the money? Stead'a blood like the sane, drugs are flowing in the veins of babies gettin' hooked on drugs that you cook. be what'cha are, happy should be par for the course, return to the source. Ain't nothin' but a stroll, willing to sell your soul? for the sake of the youth, let's tell the truth and call a spade a spade; it's designed to degrade. Will We regret the sweet taste of honey? just for the money? Folks actin' delirious, We gotta get serious and make the decision, "god's" my "religion"; "god's" my "religion". i always believed that "god" would receive those who would fight the darkness for the light. Got the solution to the human pollution keep your eyes to the sun and know "god's" the only one feeling no shame to say the name and call a spade a spade; it's designed to degrade will We regret revealing the secret, sweet taste of honey? just for the money? |
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