| Have mercy on me my Lord
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| I’m just tryin' to walk to the corner store
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| And the brown and blue armies are always at war
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| What on Earth they wanna harm me for? |
| I don’t know
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| Have mercy on me my Lord
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| I’m just tryin' to walk to the corner store
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| And the brown and blue armies are always at war
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| What on Earth they wanna harm me for? |
| I don’t know
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| We raise monsters in the basement
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| Feed 'em shell casings and train 'em to chase us
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| We rip most the pages out
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| Of the Bibles and Qur’ans, in this house it’s their view we care about
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| Such as God has forsaken us
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| And from his anger gush forth plagues and floods
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| The chosen people done stoned the great prophets
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| His mighty wrath stay upon us 'til the day of judgment
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| We spend days punchin brick walls
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| The scabs we rip 'em off and fill them bitches with salt
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| To all injury we add insult
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| Got a leather bound edition of shit that ain’t our fault
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| Swabbin' down the bridges with lighter fluid
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| Too timid to burn 'em, we pray the lightning do it
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| I wear this mask 'til my face grow to fit it
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| Frozen in a paradigm, waitin' out my sentence
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| Livin' in a well (Well), self made Hell (Hell)
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| Medicated, dwellin' in a pit within myself
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| I waste time patiently, suffering the pain
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| And kindly invite you to Hell for not saving me
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| I see a poor victim’s face
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| Reflected on the pawn shop glass pistol case
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| The breath make it foggy and then it gets clear
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| Now which metal here would fit best in the ear?
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| Have mercy on me my Lord
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| I’m just tryin' to walk to the corner store
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| And the brown and blue armies are always at war
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| What on Earth they wanna harm me for? |
| I don’t know
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| Have mercy on me my Lord
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| I’m just tryin' to walk to the corner store
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| And the brown and blue armies are always at war
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| What on Earth they wanna harm me for? |
| I don’t know
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| We gon' dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that shit
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| File the dice so as the seven never hits and palm the joker, reverse magic
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| trick (No shit)
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| Yes shit, we gon' dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that
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| shit
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| File the dice so the eleven never hits and palm the joker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Palm The Joker , by - Brother Ali. Song from the album Truth Is Here, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп