Bolan, Hill, Snake)
Jesus knows my story, he kows the position that Iım in
A hooker knows the feeling to get fucked the way Iıve been
Turn my insides out; your mouth drank my water
Chorus
You look at me like Iım subhuman
You talk to me like Iım subhuman
Youıre treating me like Iım subhuman
Youıre jumping into the subhuman race
Brothers hear my story, but donıt take no pity out on me
A soldier knows the feeling to get pushed out in a field
Taking liberties; burned by your dictation
Repeat Chorus
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