All my acussations
Throw them out it's all right
I'll just find some new ones
And friends can be bought
And games be thrown
Like words, like phones
Do you lose control?
Get a faceful keep it uptight
Do you risk parole with pride
To the straightened head
To the beat on it
To the not full rate
'til the truth freaks you out
Let them shine
Writer(s): Robert Pollard Jr
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