Текст песни




I didn't want your guns, I didn't want your schools
I didn't want to be part of your plan to fool us
I didn't want you creating the pummels
Stepping on our face
I didn't want to be part of any of your useless race
I wanted to swallow the lie
Anger and hate
To give you a taste of the joy
All that I create
To make you mad at Jesus
And had to act fast
I may have learned the way too much
But I'm gonna make this last
All I wanted was a chance
To make the best of death
To destroy every bit of your
Excellence
From my own death
I discovered a thread of hope
All I wanted was my soul
All I wanted
Was my soul
It's all I wanted



Авторы: Alphonso Mizell, Deke Richards, Charles Farrar, Troy Taylor, Berry Gordy Jr, Freddie Perren



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