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Feel the dead who shake the ground.

The unsung came back around.

Rattling thieves and rattling knees to take them down.

Trust the fuckin shake.

Gotta trust the fuckin shake,

to shake the ugly house

that hides empowered fakes.

Speak for the restless,

Homeless,

Hopeless.

Ponce es Ponce

Aunque no se

Donde descansa mi familia por la noche.

Speak for the restless,

Homeless,

Hopeless.

Those who I love.

Those who I know.

I left my fuckin heart in Yauco.

Que tome lo que sea que tome.

Que caigan los ladrillos.

Que tome lo que sea que tome.

Que hablen los muertos.