it's true...) how could you miss it all along? the sucker...was you allow for that possibility like you would expect from me could the wrong one, could
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worse Faxing the first, angelic being cast to the earth It's time for rebirth, burnin' up the branch and the root The empty pursuits of every tree bearing the wrong
'm smokin in the alleyz with these ghetto guns and erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to the brain still rowdy Jesus really never died, you crucified
drive a fancy ride and rock diamonds and gold Why every time I shine you wanna crucify my soul Under investigation cause the ghetto on parole Something's wrong
back is tattered On his arms are scriptures of psalms Just picture a Don with vultures on his shoulder A pearl gun in his holster under the seat One on
standing here where soon they would pass by? I looked and said, even now they come The first one cried for mercy, the people gave him none The second one
wife and baby quite alone He eased the pain inside him With a needle in his arm But the dope just crucified him And he died to no one's great alarm
have truths Are mine the same as Yours? Crucify Him, crucify Him What do you mean You'd crucify your king? We have no king but Caesar He's done no wrong
from being crucified as soon as I (Where I belong) Is somewhere In someone's memory Where we're all friends and ain?t no enemies And there ain?t no one
Words can kill - we know why 'Cause war machines let freedom die A timebomb ticks by this wrongs choice SO raise your voice and shout out with one voice
As one of the successful singles off of 'Sin', 'Where Were All Of You' may be one of the most representative songs of what Poor Old Lu's sound is like
(Studio Chatter: "Shall we roll it, Jimmy?" ("We're rolling on, what, one?") ("No, one again?") (- Airplane heard flying overhead - "Got to get this
win Mase broke, that's a oxymoron Forget a bus, I bought a drop to tour on G-4's what I soar on You thinkin' I ain't hot, you so wrong Sorry for the prolong
your newborn son It used to be fun, makin' records to see your response But, now competition is none, now that you're gone And these niggaz is wrong,
will know A twisted universal mind a mind like mine Back to a time when I was young a father tells an only son You are the chosen one And as I grew so
the road Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars And I lose control, your face still looks bored One, two, fuck you, I won't change for you Wrong
to speaker's corner I'm thunderstruck They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks Two men say they're jesus one of them must be wrong There's a
