.[Verse 1]
The man who turns masses into addicts like opium
The fishbone braid-bearer taking all hope from him
Trying to rise higher than deep friars and sodium
I'm tired like weak thighs standing at this podium
I'm winning on the road, took dice and I loaded 'em
Now the.
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