Letras
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It's all the tweets, you see
You eye the third
It just don't see
Same with me
Art of magazines
Word and press
It always sees
What you don't want to
Charity feel
Green and yellow through
Hall of Fame
Not what I chase
But what do I know
Mind stuck in residue
I make the music
My pride tied to
What I think they think
Only magazines
I'm just flipping through
Dead sales turn to death sales
They all complaining
But, the market keeps moving
What you expect
All under one nation, sworn in
With an oath to the second
For protection, finessing, you name it
Outdated message
Misused, misguided
Came from America
Young America, paranoid
Internal tyranny
So, we give power to the people
Feed the people
Feed their arms
Fixed magazines, no camouflage
You can carry
To your house, to your clubs
To your church
To your.. spreading through
Neighbors afraid
We skip the feuds
No need to politicize life
Reps condemning hate that they incentivize
We all campaign hungry
Here it sits
Delivery of the vessel
Cash in front, just pay it through