Well, it must be close to the Armageddon. Lord, you know that I wont fly by that lesson you taught me, to pull out my Wesson you brought me, and im not stressin it softly. Get em up off me, cause all we wanted harmony, been bombin em. Yell up outta my ghetto, I wont settle, get on my level.
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