And i don't think homes
And nasty remains and bones
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
Live from the lamont's rose
This is something different
Grab the scissors and saws and
Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers
They link dancers and obey masters like captors
And inhospitable,
A criminal grind mean hustle
Though uncalled for, they gon drop them
And get it again and again
This how i hear it different
Social conditioning and
Or closed casket for our troubles
Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
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