THE TROUBLE MAN,
OH HIS GOT THE POWER IN HIS HAND,MOST MISUNDERSTAND,
THEY SAY HE WAS BORN,BREAD AND FED TO ROAM THE LAND TO SURVIVE,
AT ANY MEANS NECESSARY,HE FIGHTS FOR JUSTICE,FREEDOM,DIGNITY AND PRIDE HE
NEVER TAKES A BRIBE,TO STAY ALIVE, HE IS THE TROUBLE MAN,COME WHAT MAY WEATHER
THE SKIES ARE BLUE,GLOOMY OR GRAY,HAVE NO FEAR,CUZ HE CARES,HE WILL AND CAN LEAD THE
WAY,TO THE PROMISE LAND,HE IS THE TROUBLE MAN, ALWAYS WITH A PLAN,NEVER SAY NO,OR YES HE CAN,
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