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Hope Of The States The Good Fight

We're doing alright Our friends by our side We fight a good fight And all of the pain, and all of the strife Means nothing to us We fight a good fight

send dem Tsunamis that hit Indonesia B-b-but ain't no mother, mother thing stopping me Like good, good I'm a good swimmer God knows I done lost but ***dam I'm a good

Lost/Found Asiatic Pack' And later by Malcolm, whose point was straight Stressin' a black nationalistic state Of self-sufficiency on a mission He stressed thrift and pride and good

you'd wait Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes Said I'll return but I gotta fight

blind mice and the mist a mist and fiercest frost a most the most and the upheaval all our hope cannot be lost ya'll i'm dr. prynn i fight for good not

I drink I smoke I fuck My kind we fight in the club I mix up that vodka with the chronic and I feel that love I dream I work I bleed I say things that

slip and fall into a death trap. Them boys pussy, born without a backbone, And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones. Wet him up, I hope he

'm relaxin' my feet is up - I'm leavin' you haters Like when Shaq left the Lakers just to "Heat" it up I state the stats to stunt - I don't need to front

One two three two two three three three two three four It's a slow motion night In the hot city lights Past time when the good folks Are snoring in bed