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kevin anglade - the mighty (have fallen) lyrics

fcx news (segment four): the year of 2021 has been the absolute worst year for gun violence in the city of philadelphia. as time moves forward the city’s mayor is looking to bring in the national guard
intro: what do you do if you’re in my situation? i mean, like, how do you possibly go about getting out? i don’t know what to do. at this point i just want to make it
chorus (1x): how the mighty have fallen/i can hear my god calling!/how the mighty have fallen/got us in a cage where we brawlin’/how the mighty have fallen/all this chaos is appalling!/how the mighty have fallen/poverty, distress means we all in…
vеrse: once upon a time wе was living in the hood/where a bunch of us was up to no good/mama had to work so it was understood, pops was in the woods/get it how we could/soaked game like a sponge cause i had learned from bob/only thirteen when he taught me how to rob/so many tears of the elders that had sobbed/but i kept it up by swiping like a fob/running down the city like a clipper from a lob/had to pad my stats cause it was just my job/always putting pressure like corn on a cob/or a massive hand tryna grip upon a kn+b/door of the evening where they packing it’s the mob/better do it clean cause it’s down to a swab/of your own saliva please don’t end up like a blob or maybe a glob/possibly a slob/either way you burning up like a shish kebob/so many butchers that be ready for a chop!/wanna take your shop!/put an end like stop!/then you hear the pop!/gotta be your opps/trigger get to blasting so believe this ain’t a prop!/cause we stand out like the cream of the crop!/gunnin’ for your top!/tryna make you flop!/was about to do it but we runnin’ from the cops
chorus (2x): how the mighty have fallen/i can hear my god calling!/how the mighty have fallen/got us in a cage where we brawlin’/how the mighty have fallen/all this chaos is appalling!/how the mighty have fallen/poverty, distress means we all in…
verse 2: won’t forget the day when they shot at me and joe/five times he’d been hit/i was screamin “no!”/eyes were rollin’ back/watched him as it go/he did not deserve it/fleece was white as snow/now i had to go and get revenge for my bro/a tantrum i did throw/heater bout to blow/this was just my woe/coming from below/i’m about to show how to make it blow!
news clip #3: my son was employed full time at visionquest. to mentor troubled teenage children in new castle, delaware. my son did not have a record. my son has never been arrested. my son had a license to carry an illegal firearm. my son was not exempt

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