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Unknown Prophets I Can T Make You

shelter me from this stormy weather And I can't make you love me any more or any less And I can't make you relate to the problems I manifest I can't make you

me like I hope that I am. You`ll never treat me like you think you can. Be always independent, surrendering no way. I won`t deal with crimes of society

your mind, blind You can believe this, you can believe that And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black You believe I'm comin'

I am the prophet warning of the flood I am the answer you misunderstood I am the answer that you misunderstand I do the evil that an honest man can't I

[i. the blood of the lamb] can you feel the signs feel the signs are we still alive are we still alive numbers - he makes his way numbers - turn away

find me Like you hope that I am You'll never treat me like you think you can Be always independent Surrendering no way I won't deal with crimes of society

your kids You need to love your kids and provide for your kids You need to make them know you would die for your kids Yo, I feel that kids look up to

[cruchy black] You can believe this, you can believe that And believe i got a baseball bat, and i'm bustin' your head black You believe i'm comin' strong

If you from the gutter then I know you heard of this This ain't bout where you from This ain't bout where you be This here 'bout feelin free If you in