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Berlin To A King

worth hardly a second glance How could someone like me ever say? I'm just a woman kneeling down to a king, the Lord of the world I'm just a woman dying

style In a roaring sixties summer night We walked the moon and we were free When Jimi played guitar We shared a dream with Martin Luther King We saw

anybody gives a fuck You like to hunt a lot, so fuckin' what Fuck disco, Count a Monte Cristo Fuck Cisco, and Jack and Jerry Brisco And fuck everyone that went down With the Titanic, in a

Stay Runnin. When She Feel It In Her Stomach, She Start Squirming and Squirelin. I Knock Her Walls Down Like The Germans Did The Berlin. Nut After Nut ,[yea), Favor For A

King He said I may not get there with you But put your faith in God and let freedom ring There was a tyrant strong and mighty And he built his self a

be a saint Could be a sinner Could be a loser Or it could be a winner Could be a banker Could be a baker Could be a Laker Could be Kareem Abdul Jabar

and realize Some people say I am a rap missionary Some people say I am a walking dictionary Some people say I am truly legendary But what I am is simply a

Oh, Jesus we live in such a special place What do we do to deserve this fate How long can it it last what must be done To keep it like heaven for

Kremlin's crook of crooks There's some panel in a circuit board A destination of the override Scanning the wild wind Blowing through the Berlin corridor Spotlit in a