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No revolutionary old
Or so I'm
You're full of bullet-holes
When you the people go free
Oh, it's a matter of days before they try to me
I heard rang
His got my name
I ain't see him aim
I dreamt day came
I stood in the face of damnation
Satan, at him, flat out disgraced him
He my blood; why me?
Why not the fake who deserve death, man
Fuck it, take one
Can stop me but stop a whole nation
Of millions who feel you deceived
They believing reparation makes it
So I'm now because of one reason
They
In Budapest, Japan, China, and
We it in, son
Another bullet by--missed me
who plotting to get me
Alphabet boys plotting against me
To me up and stuff me in the pockets of history
You won't why they came to clip me
time go by, you'll soon forget me
They say he was the of bling, jewels, and Bentley's
Then they use one of my lines just to prove I'm
Don't let them me
Some do live long
Am I one of them? Guess we'll know in due
has rights, can I use mine?
Can I rock Can I have a girl that's too fine?
Got a life, tell me, will I lose mine?
Every time I around somebody new dying
Let's living
Ala carte escargot, Escobar, my millions
for the wife, the rest for the children
Knowing that they any time, but until then
I'm at large they shoot me
Million dollar stones and my Gucci
Giving you this crack like
To question the
Be the
No matter color you are
Everybody
You can stand by and
Or you can on with us