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Dead Moon Dead In The Saddle

the point You were the older You used to fight for peace War was no stranger You used to walk the line Right into danger The wind cries Dead in the saddle

Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo. Cause me and Rashida rock the battles It's apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle

in hard times, if it's said that time is money Then I'll be paying dues until I hit the red Is it dead? Or is it just the picture, which you're fed?

flames that burn in the night In Henhough Around the fires of the Crow tribe the elders used to say: "The Sun Man's day ends only when her moon comes

up, now hold up Now I walked on ice and never fell I spent my time in a plush hotel John John Phenomenon, deadly but calm Word to my born, dead by dawn

my shoes, Hip Hop's in hard times if it's said, that time is money, Then I've been paying dues until I hit the red, Is it dead, or is it just the picture

in a storm Amid streaks of lightnin' and loud desert thunder To a young Mexican couple, a baby was born Just as the baby cried, thunder and lightnin' died Moon

wind blows in a silent town. Some Whiskey to clear his head And some for the brothers who are dead. Another day, another chase, Vigilantes will meet their fate. Saddle

cool. Now we've all got our saddles on, and trot to school. If I may wax poetic, I think the facts are plain, I am the moon ascendant and I'm not soon