| Matter of fact, no fact
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| No matter, who do you suspect?
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| Who is not afraid to die?
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| Who would tell such a lie?
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| Who runs away, who do we fear?
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| Somebody just like you
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| Gonna rape and strangle you?
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| Would you mutilate yourself?
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| And who would be so shocked
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| By the brutal murder of a killer?
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| Will there be hundreds mourning for you?
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| Will they talk of the talent and inspiration you gave?
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| No, who besides your mother will stand in sorrow at your grave?
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| Mother may I? |
| Momma M.I.A.
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| I’ll see you, I’ll see you, I’ll see you
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| I can’t see, I can’t see
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| I can’t see, I can’t see
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| It’s dark here, no direction
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| Just aggravation
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| Aggravation over losing you to who
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| No justice, no clue
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| And the core of this agitation is my aggravation
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| Yeah the core of this agitation is my aggravation
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| I come down and upon desperation
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| I crawl inside and look out
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| Look out, look out
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| I can’t see, I can’t see, I can’t see
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| Some things don’t come full circle
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| Circle, circle
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| Pace, pace, pace
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| We walk in place
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| No fact, no matter
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| Society did this to you?
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| Does society have justice for you?
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| Well, if not, I do
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| Because the core of this agitation is my aggravation
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| Yeah the core of this agitation is my aggravation
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| I come down and upon desperation
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| I crawl inside and look out
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| I can’t see, I can’t see
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| I can’t see, I can’t see, I can’t see
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| Society did this to you?
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| Does society have justice for you?
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| If not, I do |