Run with it
Knives come from all different directions
Who's mouth is it coming from
Throw down all of this and come to the true design
This is what you say to me
I don't care anymore
Take the fist out of your mouth and
Run with it
Sweat pours down
But spit comes from all different directions
These times that try men's souls
Are a thorn to the side
But we still have to be a part of a true design
Take the fist out of your mouth and run with it
I remember the times you said we weren't a part of it
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