This is a song about "Let"

We gone let that pistol speak

The revolution will proceed

I wanted the money and never the fame

Let me explain understand my name,

Now let the angels sing

How they say that we not working

Don’t let betrayal break your pride

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

And i know that your supply

So let the bullets fly......

Let it rain let it thunder put a slob 6 feet under

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

The dead society of a poet

Hold on,let me watch it