Cold blood flowing throught the veins of me and all of my friends. Still, love can be pumped out of our hearts. This start might be the end. There's no drama here: psycho-analyse. For I'm a negro just trying to get by on very little. Missiles get guided throught to our world. Tell me. Tell me that I'm wrong, Lord. This stuff just tears me up. Your are cool as a cucumber when you say: "Nigger, don't interrupt." There's no drama here: psycho-analyse. For I'm a negro just trying to get by on very little. Missiles get guided through to our world.


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