.There's death in the air, my eyes are bloodshot red.
I'm forever blunted so I don't care.
Word to my nappy black hair, it's the year of the leader,
A follower's a dummy, he'll die alone with no fuckin' money;
All alone in his crib lookin' out the window, while the wind blow,
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