Wrong Move
Wrong move, wrong move,
Gun in hand barking strong
Knocked the lady with basket in hand,
Her only wrong, is to feed her throng
King man that's wrong,
Pretending you don’t understand
Wrong move, missiles flying, children dying, family crying
Black attacks black, this is no shock, it’s coming from way back
Wrong move, what are you trying to prove
King man that’s Delusion and we are not listening to radio fusion, so there should be no confusion
Refuse man to be used man, people are not amused
man,
You walking with gun in hand making ghost, is that your plan
Wrong move, make no excuse, Sniffing dope without hope,
head mad no good
Snuffing out lives in your neighbourhood
One day the table will turn man, don’t wait until there’s no return man
King man, immerse your mind in positive vibes to stay alive man
Making ghost is not a joke so show remorse
Violence is a curse man, not to be nursed man, or it will get worse man
Reverse the hearse man, the only wise plan to keep the earth alive man
Karl Goulbourne
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