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Planes Mistaken For Stars To All Mothers

turns the key of life To hear the thunder roar Ancients gather amidst the stars Mortals stare in fear The Earth is damned beneath the mist A veil of

Go play 4-4's ready for war Verse Four: Mase All out, what what, Wanna blow, what what Teamsters what what Mother Fucker From Monday to Sunday, it's all

, could be I'm dreaming But we all ask for divine reason While still breathing, and until leaving Who?, What?, When? Where?, How? But most of all why? [

's why you say 'amen' after each and every prayer I just stare at the church man Spendin mo' money on the church band But Elijah's got a plan Got the

here Unit of the year We settin up shop and we ain’t going nowhere We want it all Even if we gotta brawl for it We want it all Even if you gotta fall for