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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