burns in front of me When we see the truth we will be set free What sit we then, projecting peace and war Unclean blood no longer clings What sit we
still we have so far to go. C'mon man, we're born hustlers, and together we'll be greater later. Used to die for freedom... respect... Now we're dying for
solution Especially when family is a dying institution Lord, I pray for guidance in this world full of hatred Cuz I don't think we'll make it if we don't
