This is a song about "Every"

With every syllable,every hit on the cymbal,

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Been through every war zone, and collected every medal,

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

Im looking better every day but every day he looking gay

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

Im destroying every race every gender from here to new lender,

How every choice and every move made

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

And every single weapon you have

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