Friday, November 04, 2011

"the way I feel sometimes its too hard to sit still
things are so passionate times are so real
sometimes I try an chill mellow down blowing smoke
smile on my face but its really no joke
you feel it in the streets people breathe without hope"


"sit and come and relax riddle of the mac, its the patch
imma solider in the middle of iraq
well say about noonish commin out the whip
and lookin at me curious, a young Iraqi kid
carrying laundry, whats wrong G? hungry?
no, gimme oil or get fuck out my country"

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