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Run with it Knives come from all different directions Who's mouth is it coming from Throw down all of this and come to the true design This is what you say to me I don't care anymore Take the fist out of your mouth and Run with it Sweat pours down But spit comes from all different directions These times that try men's souls Are a thorn to the side But we still have to be a part of a true design Take the fist out of your mouth and run with it I remember the times you said we weren't a part of it Shaded areas From Letras Mania