August
Wednesday 27 February 2008 photo 6/9
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I'm sprinting yet I stride My satchel filled with files The secrets of the tribe The cameras follow me for miles Born a slave in 1984, I discovered that my life is just a record they performed A maze where I was placed Tell me what you think of this one Tell me what you think of this one 'Cause now I've sold you out (erase me, erase me I'm done) Now that there's no doubt (My feet find the freeway, I run) Now I've called you out (erase me, erase me I'm done) Now I've sold you out They strapped me to the roof and they cut right through me Digging through my wounds I watched them hopelessly and choke "Where are my pills, where is my former lover?" I've been betrayed by everyone I know, don't blow my feeble cover So tell me what you think of this one Tell me what you think of this gun
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