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Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Bound for Glory - Painted Black

Confushed creature, shedding ist skin with an indentity loss, yet it tries to fit in
Didobeing natures laws, it chooses its way
On a path of destruction, to shades of gray Rebelling against its peers,
trying to be what its not
A creature of sickness, on sight it should be shot with no pride in its past,
Or faith in its kind How many more will follow with their brainwashed minds

You're in insult to my race Come near, I'll spit in your face
If thers no questions, there no answers, so don't ask my why
Just look in the mirrow mother fucker your living a lie
Painted Black

Changing your speech, to the slang of your colored crew
Behind your back, they will laught at the signs of the fool
At the drop of a dime, you'll get stuck in the back
But don't come crying to me, cause I'll just Paint your black

You've become a pathological liar to yourself
Just a victim of trend serving your master well
Don't come talking your home boy shit to me
I won't hear a word you utter
You'll find to breath when you're lying face down in the gutter

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