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Traduction: In Flames. Man Made God.
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-signin They don't search us they know we got the flames But they still let us slide through the door like Cramer I believe in god, but my true religion
with me Street dreams I'm what street dreams are made of nigga Hate me now Do it now nigga I'm burnin' like them blue flames nigga They call me G-H-E
ya pocket, made you a man again But now it's like you never knew me Wouldn't take the fall for y'all so now y'all wanna do me I made it up out the hood
I put down my self destruct, and I passed That god damn thang to my baby boy But I thought to myself, I can't just go out like no fucking flame Got re
gauge shotty Uh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and
man, is his OWN man And only man can satisfy the man Only the soul of the man, the feelings of the man The for realness of the man You can't shake the
twelve gauge shotty Uhh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me; eat my flesh,
Down To Sleep. Before You Judge Me Look At All The Shit You Did To Me. My Misery I Rose Up From The Slums. Made It Out The Flames In My Search For Fame
[? ] cause that made me hotter than my dear Uncle Al's breath after polishing off his 9th beer Homie chill listen, I swear, I'm God; I give tracks a
upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!" Here comes the story of the Hurricane, The man the
