Texty:
Accept Blood Of The Nations

The hands keep on turning, the pendulum just swings Prisoners upon this rock, flying without wings Captured in a moment, still the hours chimed Joining

... (For the blood of the nations) Cos' freedom isn't free We bleed and we cry... (for the blood of the nations) A soldier's lot... ...(Blood of the nations

For the blood of the nations) Cos' freedom isn't free We bleed and we cry... (for the blood of the nations) A soldier's lot... ...(Blood of the nations

Blood letting weapons of death Stop your breath, if you trip on the click A hot thump to your chest and your back just rips You wanna be a made man, the fam accepts

Okay If you shed blood with me to this point, you deserve an explanation For all the hell that you've endured, while helping me reach my destination And

death. Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life, Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice. Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood

marijuana, roll a cigar from Havana Tony Santana, smokin' in the Coco Cabana Or in the sauna, after doing my Calisthenics Universal metrics, reversin' the hex, cursin' the sexist Accepting

and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts

spill Spark into a windmill, cold hearted- feel the chill In a nationally known, nationally recognized Locally accepted from my peeps on the streets Cuz