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Peace Piped ~~~~~~~~~~~ We've Always Been Brotha's Bikers Of Wind Poets Of Pen Drunkards Of Whiskey Seducers Of Sin ~ Bastard Children Of mistress wind Independent Though offered Throughout many years ~ Our Backs Cannot Be Sold No Space For Rent Is What Their Told They Nod Out Of Respect We Have No Regrets ~ Except one We'd admit When we turned on each other 'Cause of some dumb slit Almost sought vengeance On a dark lonesome road Under cover of night So far from home ~ That Was Then And This Is Now Words No Longer Weapons We've Put Them Down So Lets Toke On This Peace Pipe Focus On The Future Forget The Past ~ Holding much closer To A Bro's Hard earned respect ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Composed By Panhead Josh & Sorez The Scribe
Collaboration under Copyright.
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