Miles Mosley - Your Only Cover

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I’m your firing squad
I’m your last punch thrown
I’m the saint that you believe in
When you’re on your own
And when push comes to shove
I don’t mind the sight of blood
Quiet dog bite hard, my god
Give up on me if you want to
Brother, brother I’m your only cover
From the cold world that’s against you
Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya
Give up on me if you want to
Brother, brother I’m your only cover
From the cold world that’s against you
Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya
Big britches come cheap
I wear tailor fitted vengeance
I run the proud and the meek into barb-wired fences
Wordplay is cheap, I use bold sentences
I see you standing in the shade of my sun
Give up on me if you want to
Brother, brother I’m your only cover
From the cold world that’s against you
Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya
Give up on me if you want to
Brother, brother I’m your only cover
From the cold world that’s against you
Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya
Give up on me if you want to
Brother, brother I’m your only cover
From the cold world that’s against you
Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya
Give up on me if you want to
Brother, brother I’m your only cover
From the cold world that’s against you
Brother, brother tell me what’s the trouble with ya