| Where you gonna go when the superstores close
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| They segregate you, but integrate your dough
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| What you fighting for when they kick you out the door
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| Before it ends you, you gotta end the war
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| The truth
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| I came. |
| I saw. |
| I believed
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| In what we can achieve
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| Find a way to finally breathe
|
| And we
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| We won’t ask you for a thing
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| We will demand for nothing
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| We will occupy and take everything
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| Here he come old flat top, he come shooting up the night
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| He doesn’t have to worry, they’re the wrong color of white
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| Bashing the fashion, voluntary right
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| Asleep in the parade, you’re gonna lose the fight
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| Washing away the stains
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| Drinking away their pain
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| Send it across the nation
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| You’re wasted
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| The truth
|
| I came. |
| I saw. |
| I believed
|
| In what we can achieve
|
| Find a way to finally breathe
|
| And we
|
| We won’t ask you for a thing
|
| We will demand for nothing
|
| We will occupy and take everything
|
| Where you gonna go when the superstores close
|
| They segregate you, but integrate your dough
|
| What you fighting for when they kick you out the door
|
| Before it ends you, you gotta end the war |