Best Friend
You can't escape from the darkness inside,
You can't hide from your foolish pride.
The wolf starts growling at the door,
Man what're you waiting for.
The time has come to settle the score,
You gotta steal from the rich and give to the poor.
Just like Robin Hood and his merry men,
Man grab your hommies and fight to the end.
And if you screw up and get sent to the pen,
Just remember don't break just bend.
And for those lost souls in need of a friend,
Help make the confusion end.
Cause is all the glam and fame worth the cost,
Of all the brothers lost.
Because you couldn't see,
that to live the dream you need a team.
To back you up to all your bluff,
And help you out when life is ruff.
And to tell you when to turn the page,
To give up all your endless rage.
It's time for you to make a stand,
And lead us to the promise land.
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