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Grateful Dead My Sisters And Brothers

I wanna say to my sisters and my brothers Keep the faith, When the storm flies and the wind blows Go on at a steady pace, When the battle is fought and

'all And it don't get no realer than this This is as real as it gets y'all, huh Maybe my mother, coulda been my father Perhaps it was my sister, probably my brother

from a chicken head 'for I wild the fuck out like the grateful dead This wild style must run in my genes Because my sister's in the county And my brother

brother's breakfast Take your ass outside, burn your mother's house Bring pet mice and scare your sister with my gray mouse Then drop him under the bed and

son and die for the sins of the world My daddy would That's a love like no other Not my father not my mother not my sister not my brother nope not at

And it don't get no realer than this This is as real as it gets y'all, huh [Wyclef Jean] Maybe my mother, coulda been my father Perhaps it was my sister, probably my

And it don't get no realer than this This is as real as it gets y'all, huh [Wyclef Jean] Maybe my mother, coulda been my father Perhaps it was my sister, probably my

I hate MMR and I hate YSP I do not like the Grateful Dead So, just don't talk to me I said I hate MMR and I hate YSP And you know that classic rock Does

head 'For I wild the FUCK OUT like the Grateful Dead HA This wild style must run in my genes Because my sister's in the county And my brother just came