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The Rage of Youth

low slung my denim draws got creases like crows feet as the beat fluctuates between Tupac to Woodstock and every act whose rhythm dropped looking for a revolution something somewhere bring about some evolution tired of tenements and two bits for that hustle hey dj play that song so we can hustle til dawn til the cops come knockin and the roofs on fire but we don't need no water we need a revolution something somewhere to bring about some evolution

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/21/2009 8:08:00 PM
You did it again, your astounding way with words and so wonderful it it's delivery!
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