Cycle of pain (feat. Alana)

Cycle of pain (feat. Alana)

Noir Gris Gris

(Verse 1)
Blood cries out,
Then dries in the sun.
New hands rise,
Now hold the gun.

(Verse 2)
Once oppressed,
Now wear the crown.
Same old hate,
Just turned around.

(Chorus)
Oh, when will we learn?
The fire we feed,
It…

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