8.Missiles
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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