life or death 01/02
The verbal tactician has entered another dimension
where reality is demented
souls damned for no repentance
lack of comprehension
makes it hard for redemption
stuck living in horrible conditions
from huts to shacks
where you rest you can't relax
listen to Armstrong while
Bonafide recites the facts;
why must we clap the gat,
slang smack,
or pimp the track
just so our cheese can stack
from the bottom to the top of the rack
so we weather the rain,
but free will makes it hard for most to maintain
struggling with the demons within their brain;
breaking my morals
trying to make a brother sin,
good old temptress always lingering...
don't let her in
and before you known
she's gone in the wind!
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life or death 01/02
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