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I licked envelopes wrote a letter to the pope he nerver gave me Rope in the times I couldn't cope They cleaned up the dope and censored my scope the writin on the walls been beaten to a pulp the writin on the walls been beaten to a pulp all ever wanted was my story to be told I never got struck by soMin in my core I never took back that joint i rolled What happens now to the truth I told Do they all roll over and die in the cold all ever wanted was my story to be told A skate board rolled, a lighting bolt, droppin on em but it ainttheir fault maybe I am floored but it needs to be told all ever wanted was my story to be told (Merci à Amita pour cettes paroles) From Letras Mania