power and pistols
Singer:bloom, timothy
you send me to orbit but you shoot me down
you bury my name underneath the ground
this land of the free doesn't mean anything
for a silver coin you plead
looking for a righteous man but we choose to be gods
but i know there is one we still call a hope
you still got the nerve to call me a nigga? uh
this holy grail you've placed on your head
looking for a righteous man but we choose to be gods
but i know there's one that we still call a hope
blacker the berry the sweeter the juice