| Certain things make me stop for a minute
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| And thank my lucky stars that I got independence
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| Where I walk, what i talk what I drop in each sentence
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| Never been did like david hicks and got locked without sentence
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| And thank god in remembrance, all them lives that were ended
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| We got freedom, so many died to defend this
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| Pops is no killer but had to put a knife to appendix
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| And our forefathers tails, bare a striking resemblance
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| So when i try to refresh this, put it right in perspective
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| Hearing their stories, have enlightened my senses
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| And enabled me to cherish every waking moment
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| We in that lucky country where your brains your main opponent
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| I made that focus outward cause to cope in our hood
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| Is easier than impoverished lands that go without food
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| On the reg (regular) we celebrating
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| It’s a credit to this nation, just complaining for house prices
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| Petrol, inflation
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| This nation
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| We raised in
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| How to speak
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| Speak your mind
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| Celebrate
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| We ain’t raised in
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| A place we’re survival is the prize
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| The grass is always greener, yeah that sounds about right
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| Unless the fence that you describe is topped with razor-wire
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| You fight for the sake of it, or ninety nine percent
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| Just trying to make a shake of it
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| And yo you must be mistaking if you
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| Can’t see your stake in it is greater than the vast majority
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| And you can stand there growling at authority
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| Cause we still got a democracy, and what that means
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| Is you can say what you feel
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| And they can’t put you under lock and key
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| So many disappeared, so many lived in fear
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| But you know that here man, your brains the opponent
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| So many blown opertunities in the land of plenty
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| So many cats that let there souls run on empty it gets tempting
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| To let it all slide, make fate the fall guy
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| And join the could have been’s, should have been’s or would have beens
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| In the backstreets of broken dreams and if it feels hopeless
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| Man, drop that wish list and refocus
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| This nation
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| We raised in
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| How to speak
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| Speak your mind
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| Celebrate
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| We ain’t raised in
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| A place we’re survival is the prize
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| Got pride in my birthplace but shame also resides
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| Many roads here paved with betrayal and genocide
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| Dad made his way here, he was craving a better life
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| Didn’t want another air raid waking him in the night
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| But things changed right, Its all a little stricter
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| Policies mixed with the riddles of a mini hitler
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| Our diggers stay allied it really is the bigger picture
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| Over lies they die its really so the rich are richer
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| That shit’ll twist ya, but still im a patriot
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| I pay for taxes, these multinationals don’t pay for shit
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| The earths tombstone, they engraving it
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| We used to swim in these rivers now we afraid to fish
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| Not a doomsayer but still we got to brace for this
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| Make a switch or modern life, could be an ancient myth
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| Take a trip and witness that beauty outside
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| This place is tatted on my heart, enough proof of my pride
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| This nation
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| We raised in
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| How to speak
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| Speak your mind
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| Celebrate
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| We ain’t raised in
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| A place we’re survival is the prize |