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Closet Monster Prison Of Your Mind

One FIGHT One CHOICE Freedom is so close to you, you think that you've already won ?cause you got your flag but they've got your vote (shot dead with your

he?ll defend you stand tough. Grab your bible cram up, clan up, ain?t not time to clam up, we gone fight with praise everybody put your hands up. (Hook

to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your

you closed. Every time you are going to fight, a part of your soul will destroy yourself. You?re one of all those prisoners who fell inside the web,

b-build a ent-ter-prise And wh-while I'm stockin this bread, keep ah-stockin the lead And leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head [Chorus] [Nas