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[Mar. 4th, 2008|09:57 pm] |
turpinot rap tēmu izvilku no atvilknes apmēram 8-10 gadus vecus tekstus, funny, bet here it is:
i'm singing in the warm rain,
I wish there wasnt no pain,
face is covered with paint
nobody is saint
have to fight for your place
with a fist in the face
punch the enemys head
till his evil is dead
your word has been spread
but justice isnt met
you try to protect
but you dont get respect
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no dope
its 8 am in the wednsday morning
im siting in school its geting boring
start to look for a place for scoring
because here in school nothing is going
from the moment i pulled out my mag
many students got shot in the back
bastard, owned me some crack
sleeping dead under the sack
kicked madhatter till he started to bleed
because i didnt have money for weed
im like that guy from the song - bad seed
i spit on you with something green
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