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©
2009 Kenneth Cade / Janice Hopkins / Magne Kolstad
Minding
my own business
On
a winding road, shiftless
Every
step leads down a hill
A
resentful place
Spray
painted names crossed out on a wall
Death
sentence tags, reveals who’ll fall
Ohh
there's got to be a better way
Even
hate is love, just gone astray
The
bricks of the city are a canvas in their hands
Please
let me have eyes to see
THE STICKS AND STONES never understand those they damn
But
their bullets damn near stole the life from me
Yeah,
THE STICKS AND STONES left their marks on me
Violent
weather on a windless day
Closely
tethered, the gangs are chained
And
I
got dressed in pain
Tried
new rules for the same old game
Insane
enough to keep on playin’
Does
anyone
hear what I’m sayin’
Or
is noone listening?
The
bricks of the city are a canvas in their hands
Please
let me have eyes to see
THE STICKS AND STONES never understand those they damn
But
their bullets damn near stole the life from me
Yeah,
THE STICKS AND STONES left their marks on me
Now
it’s hard to keep resisting the pain
Changing
the scenes, replacing the names
Freeing
myself from the burden of blame
Cause
the writings on the walls' the same
The
bricks of the city are a canvas in their hands
Please
let me have eyes to see
THE STICKS AND STONES never understand those they damn
But
their bullets damn near stole the life from me
Yeah,
THE STICKS AND STONES left their marks on me
Ohh
THE STICKS AND STONES
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