i am not a cuban sugarcane
am not an escobar
i despise indignation
i despise inquisition
c'mon my latin brother..lets fight undercover
lets fight undercover
no more pleads
kill my greeds
no more kneels
war would heal
this land is our mother
its now a spell of bother
c'mon my latin brother
lets fight undercover
lets fight undercover
we are a seed underground
our weapons got their sound
its not a bloody famine
its just a massacre
we need our bread and butter
c'mon my latin brother
lets fight undercover
lets fight undercover
let the land crumble
let the feet tremble
curse in a childhood
we'll burn the hollywood
the land of cocain,ganja
will be drowned no furthur
lets fight undercover
lets fight undercover
you hippy, you nigga
old lady, smoke cigar
father,am not over
you priest do a joker
this land is our mother
its now a spell of bother
cmon my latin brother
lets fight undercover
Ravenholm! I don't really know what it means. I just know that it was my worst nightmare when I used to play Half Life 2, way back in 2005. My fears coupled with my ramblings have resulted in this blog, where the gap between 2 posts has been as much as 2 years as well. So this is almost a crawler! Endut Hoch Hech
Sunday, May 4, 2008
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