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 blank stares on the faces of the dirt people that jobless minority of homeless, cripples they're walking down the same streets as you and me but as brothers we are to blind to see we have a calling on our lives as Christian brothers to scan the land for less fortunate others so what you gonna do sit back and watch bowls no stupid ya gonna save souls go complacent hearts mixed with complacent minds the people of the dirt are gonna die Zapata's blood wasn't split in vain Zapata's blood check it is one and the same a husband sick sick sick sick from zero loving the husband's cold fist check it the wielder's stubborn the wielder's stubborn his fist her face the wielder's stubborn © bent prophets
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get down the mountain* | too far | psalm 150 | harmony | Jesus track | breathe | freestyle |
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