| I was born.
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| I was born.
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| I was born.
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| I was born in a concrete jungle
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| And I learned to make my own way (learned to make my own way)
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| I was raised by streets and the beats
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| And the books and crooks of L. A
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| I was taken by the power of the word
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| And I had a whole lot to say (had a whole lot to say)
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| And I vowed, always to move the crowd
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| And leave em in disarray
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| Cause I live by the word AND I die by the song
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| These here are strange days AND we here are strong
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| We live by the sword AND we die by the slug
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| This here is war AND this here is love
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| Soldiers are marching in
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| And they’re going to battle again
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| Somebody’s going to win
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| And somebody will lose — and that’s the truth!
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| Gotta learn to fight for yours
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| Livin' in this life of yours
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| See they can’t stifle yours
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| If you refuse to abused, fools listen to this news
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| I don’t beg, steal or borrow
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| I don’t expect to see tomorrow
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| I don’t usually soak in sorrow
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| Cause I keep all eyes on the sparrow
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| Cause we live by the word AND we die by the song
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| These here are strange days AND we here are strong
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| We live by the sword AND we die by the slug
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| This here is war AND this here is love
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| Soldiers are marching in
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| And they going to battle again
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| Somebody’s going to win
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| And somebody will lose — and that’s the real!
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| Gotta learn to fight for yours
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| Livin in this life of yours
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| See they can’t stifle yours
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| If you refuse to abused, fools listen to this news
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| Uh-huh, fools listen to this news
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| Whashup, crews listen to this news
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| Oh yeah, you listen to this news
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| Listen, listen, listen, to this news |