 10.07.2009  Wednesday, October 07, 2009
"And it, and it begins, he's off the ball He left his friends, he ain't home no more He's in a place, that's far away Where he can't understand what they say They say salaam, they cary bombs In crouded places, and cause alarm You're the infidel who's uninvited But really an American boy who's slighted It ain't your fault, you want identity So you join this big fraternity You get to travel the world, its cheaper than college And you get guns and you get knowledge Lookin for your soul, and WMD's You can't find nothing, cause its empty You got your gun, and he's your friend And he's your man, until the end We fight, we love"
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she's lost it