gonna speed off into the distance inside of my fast car
while all ya boys hollerin "allah Akbar"
don't try to act hard, id bury your soul in my backyard
cant attack so far from the truth, far from a use
a forgetten abuse of the English language continues, strangled,
a dwindling angle yall try to abuse,
mind my justice viewing the fall into truth, while I dream to unglue
every dream between the lost and true, tossed from view
lots subdued in your crematory, tell me a story and make it rhyme
ill be sure to include you in my donation to the march of dimes
my hearts in minds
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