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One Man Army It S Empty

What Talk Of Revolution? What Kind Of Change? It's Empty For Me For The Fool's Fool The Destitute I'm Beat'n Back Or Tied Down It's Empty For Me

what talk of revolution? what kind of change? it's empty for me for the fool's fool the destitute i'm beat'n back or tied down it's empty for me can'

is passed The treachery is clear They shalt become empty like the wind The emptiest of shells so shall they be O Great Mother The Armies shall rise with

roll How can a light so bright make a man so cold? So another man's plans unfold Can you really see the truth til it happens to you Its so severe what

spark my [unverified] brain cell I kick a style like Bruce, rockin' this rotten metropolis Drugs, thugs and slugs, the scene it's so monotonous One day it

I'mma pimp myself, I'mma pimp myself The one man army, the one man wreckin' crew I heard that shit, now who the fuck you referrin' to If it was me, come

's just a song, I always took wrong I took wrong well it's me at the bottom again I'm Aquaman and I'm drowning in a kiddie pool that's empty and it's surf's

nigga Swallow yo' shit like a fuckin' anaconda nigga So, bring it, bring it on, how you wanna do it, what? 'Cuz next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust Anten-Hut nah, take it

big brother, they've lost all will to act Lost in drab confusion, was it fiction, was it fact? Another plastic bullet stuns another Irish child But no-one's