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Black nails shame, shame, shame |
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Got some story to tell on our names |
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Back beaten on willinglessness |
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Black blast on our attitude |
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Not hidden, not past, to serve |
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Not chosen, not last, it deserves nails |
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In black nails trust and it reserves face |
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Cause they are just to reverse the nails |
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One head weapon black nail trace |
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And they harm a big black face |
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Truth season blaming each other |
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True words farm |
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Big black words |
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Black nails |
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Big back stubbs |
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Nail words nail shut you up |
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Raining words |
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Raining blames |
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Blames or blades |
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Are just the same |
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Shame, shame |
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Tar is bitter when it rains |
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And pain is due |
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Flee for deuce |
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Black era spits black nails |
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And shots you up upon your cross |
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Black era spits black nails |
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Dig your education |
