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to know So we have to learn to let things go And simply try to make the most of every day And have the faith that somehow we will find our way So count
how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind
a nine You can see that Scott La rock and I are mentally binded In other words we?re both criminal minded We?re not promoting violence, we?re just havin
we can remember, All the good things you are, And so we ask you please, Can we help you find the peace and the star?, Oh my friend, We have all come,
and she had none. And yet we both reached for the gun Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes we both Oh yes we both Oh yes, we both reached for The gun, the gun, the
no barriers. But how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting
she finds out is simply misery No mystery, or OnStar on destiny's roads Ballerina wardrobe glowing under the strobe Twirlin amongst dollars, waiting under
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wounds we never see They are part of our refinements That allow a man to be There are wounds that bleed in silence With aristocratic grace There are tears we
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nine You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded In other words we're both Criminal Minded Verse Two: KRS-One We're not promoting violence, we
know no barriers. But how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting
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[Intro] I'm trying hard, just to find my way (find my way, find my way) Over and over to the Lord, I pray (the Lord I pray, the Lord I pray) I'm smoking
