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Letra : No Black Violins In London

Man, I ain't scared
Never in my doggone life have I ever ran from a fight
And I ain't running now
What you say? That's what I thought
Trying to call the police on somebody for eating ice cream, going to the park, hanging out, graduating, looking at me sideways
Is you out your mind? Or is you crazy?
You better put your money on another pony, Jack, 'cause I ain't the one
I will let you know 'bout yourself
And I will embarrass you in front of God and everybody
Now what? What you gon' do?