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Sacred crops of sacred landFeed the few who live both pain and blandWhere man must break his vertebraeTo please his king and earn his stayTo watch his life pass byWithout salvationAnd sweat his morale dryNo hesitationCould not go on for another cropOr should he fall to lay and rotTo be replaced by leather prettyThe children of the kingDearest wife I'm giving upI packed my shit last nightIn search of a better placeI won't be here first lightOur family isn't that allIt's one man serving his urgedYou're too far goneA child to the kingWho feed on the hymen of virginsLetras de cancionesThey escaped by payed a priceWith their skin turned black and blueNo return, no turning backCan't beat the hold on youHoly plantationHave me hold, sacred air in my lungsTil my eyes begin to burnAnd I choke on my tongueBrother I see youBut I must debate the hordesIf anyone was as fucked as meThey be couldOne with the lord From Letras Mania