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Who-you-call-it told me not to ever, ever listen
Or bite into the bread a crooked preacher man was givin’. Though
The plans of man miscarried some ambitions and decisions,
You’ll rarely catch me slipping on this cunning road to wisdom
Listen...
I was told that knowledge is our only ammunition
But more importantly is showing election commissions
That, although we have grown to be our greatest opposition,
We give a damn about the presidential competition
Listen...
Mary had a baby, named Him Jesus, and His mission:
To save His Father’s children rapt in indecent conditions
In the name of God, He healed the sick with no slight inhibition
And ended in – what most would view – an unworthy position
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I chose not to play a game of skill to make a livin’
But playin’s half the battle in this jaded world we live in. Where
The measure of a man may be the vehicle he sits in
Still we don’t have the heart of half the folks who staged the sit-ins
Listen...
Contemplate the constipation caused by eating fiction that was
Crafted singularly to pit your brother ‘gainst these women,
Mother ‘gainst her sister, and her baby’s daddy on the weekends
Will we ever find the laxative to loose the trap that's within?
Who-you-call-it told me not to ever, ever listen
Or bite into the bread a crooked preacher man was givin’. Though
The plans of man miscarried some ambitions and decisions,
You’ll rarely catch me slipping on this cunning road to wisdom
Listen...
I was told that knowledge is our only ammunition
But more importantly is showing election commissions
That, although we have grown to be our greatest opposition,
We give a damn about the presidential competition
Listen...
Mary had a baby, named Him Jesus, and His mission:
To save His Father’s children rapt in indecent conditions
In the name of God, He healed the sick with no slight inhibition
And ended in – what most would view – an unworthy position
Listen...
I chose not to play a game of skill to make a livin’
But playin’s half the battle in this jaded world we live in. Where
The measure of a man may be the vehicle he sits in
Still we don’t have the heart of half the folks who staged the sit-ins
Listen...
Contemplate the constipation caused by eating fiction that was
Crafted singularly to pit your brother ‘gainst these women,
Mother ‘gainst her sister, and her baby’s daddy on the weekends
Will we ever find the laxative to loose the trap that's within?
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