There's a wild wind blowing down the corner of my street Every night there the headlights are glowing There's a cold war coming on the radio, I heard
like suicide Suicide, it's a suicide If you succeed, prepare to be crucified Media meddles, niggas sue you, you settle Every step you take, they remind you you ghetto So it's
Let me go, boys, let me go Push my boat from the highest cliff to the sea below Rocks are waiting, boys, rocks await Swoop down from the sky and catch
Lovers, keep on the road you're on Runners, until the race is run Soldiers, you've got to soldier on Sometimes even right is wrong They are turning my
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time is But time doesn't matter to them yet People talking without speaking Trying to take what they can get I ask you if you remember Prospekt, how