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smokin that killa, because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla, cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Key-C and Po-yo, I even gotta tight what
nigga be smokin that killa because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo I even gotta tight
was kindness in the heartthrong. Consolation in the old room now forgotten. Yellow tigers frostm' jungles in the dark eyes. Keep just pressing goodbye windows
't it strange. Even though we're just two strangers on this runaway train We're both trying to find a place in the sun We've lived in the shadows, but
the sand The man from the picture Creased and yellowed in my hand Creased and yellowed in my hand He was squinting and stubbled And standing in the door
and bitters and blue ruin And you spill out Over the side to anyone who'll listen And I've seen it All through the yellow windows Of the evening train
shorter hours, Better working conditions. Vacations with pay, Take your kids to the seashore. It ain't quite this simple, so I better explain Just why you got to ride on the union train
with tears Mind thick with fears, I've lost everything that I done built for years Bright yellow school bus fucking up my limbo Kids bitchin', cussin', flickin' boogers upon my window
for now the sun was stretched between me and that moment. It was ferociously hot and the equality became so bad that by the evening the noise of nearby trains
tears Mind thick with fears, I've lost everything that I done built for years Bright yellow school bus fucking up my limbo Kids bitchin', cussin', flickin' boogers upon my window
for the phone or door, explosives A man on the train with a gun, but friend In the end though, you've seen a murder from a high window [Holocaust:]
