[Killah Priest]
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This goes out, to all the brothers that lost somebody
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and all the brothers who got brothers that's locked down
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sisters too...
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[Unknown Singers]
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We'll be Moanin' for my peeps, who've got shot down in the street
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we'll be moanin' for my brothers who've got locked down in jail
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we'll moanin' for my sisters who be constantly abused
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moanin' for the children who resisted our fail
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moanin' for my peoplez who are dying all
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we trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on
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[Killa Sin]
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Yo, melodic war chamber, bang ya, 36 styles of danger
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murderous, floating in the myst of perfect strangers
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Killarm Saddam we're built with golden arms
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prophesies about the black bomb, we drop, bodily harm
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the shot graze ya, who snitched the cops neighbors
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thick crack rocks invade your block major
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spots been taking his time for move making
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mood thugs breaking and leave your styles faking
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cream is the theme of this wicked world we breathing
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schemeing whilst dreaming I fantasize a squeezing
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zoneing, thinkin' about case I grab the foam in
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blaze off, one to your dome, your left moanin...
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[Killah Priest]
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I take a walk through the park at night, living a black life
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and while I'm stepping over crack pipes, everybody wants to get high
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but nobody really wants to die, they only have fun for a season
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but for what reason, plus who do you believe in?
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they drink forties with they shorties, telling war stories
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some rebel, and some give a glory,
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and fame is like a game in the streets
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(wassup g) players kicking game to the freaks, crack buildings
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packed with black children, entrepreneurs producing stacks by the millions
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the young kids they want rings and things
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the buildings is flooded up with fiends,
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but I stand strong like a black pope
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gazeing through the crack smoke,
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repent from the pagan ways
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I know your mind strays, but just listen to the phrase...
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[Unknown Singers]
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I'm moanin' for my peoplez sleeping out in the cold
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moanin' for the youthz who try to make it on their own
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moanin' for my peoplez starving all over the world
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moanin' for my people those they light fire-war
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moanin' for my peoplez who are dying all
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we're trying to be strong, but we know that life goes on..
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but they'll be moanin', weeping, and crying out for pain,
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long to not afraid to you, oh when will it end.. they'll be moanin'
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(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
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they'll be moanin'...
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(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
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they'll be moanin'...
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(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
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they'll be moanin'...
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(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
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[Killah Priest]
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The great massacre, we fled to Africa,
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the 7 year D Babylon 10 buck 2 page 83,
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and all the lies about Africanas, and Nostradamus, promise,
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atomic, bomb, Saddam, Hussein, who's names not written in the book of life,
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this be the exodus out of flesh and lust, common minded,
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abominal and declined?, blast framers, adulterers and drug schemers..
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they'll be moanin'...
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(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
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they'll be moanin'...
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(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
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they'll be moanin'...
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(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
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they'll be moanin'...
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(the whole world, the whole damn world will be moaning..)
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they'll be moanin'
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(they'll be moanin' and weeping and crying out for more)
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they'll be moanin'
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(long to not afraid to you oh when will it end..)
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they'll be moanin'
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(they'll be moanin')
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(the whole damn world)
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they'll be moanin'
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Moanin'
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Killah Priest |