| Pushers and politicians often move with the same rhythm
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| You speak of government, my thoughts are cynical
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| So, while we’re focused on the pinnacle
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| They getting paid off everything they label criminal
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| They not overturning then sentences, pouring in remembrance
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| Dream of Americana, no 'semblance to what they know
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| Liquor in the cup watching curbs grow
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| My man gave me 2, he’s trying to stack 4
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| See plenty dough, like a pizza shop
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| Got preachers buying jets, stealing from their flock
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| Pop, pop, lost innocence
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| Pouring in remembrance
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| Praying for us sinners, no difference between the two
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| Fountain of youth for the chosen few
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| Want to control the population, poisoning the food
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| We got money for wars, can’t feed the poor
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| 2pac was on to something, maybe more but we’ll never know
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| Eyes wide open, Lord, and I can’t see
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| This is for the people, right?
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| Eyes wide open, Lord, and I can’t see
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| Wonder how they sleep at night
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| Eyes wide open, Lord, and I can’t see
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| But it’s for the people, right?
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| Eyes wide open, Lord, and I can’t see
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| I’m spitting Alex Jones with immortal technique
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| Infowars from the sheikhs
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| Love’s going to get you, manipulate the feature though
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| Barack should have brought your ass home a week ago
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| Love decided by the color of skin
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| Love subverted by the need to fit in
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| Society, why are we watching CNN
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| The White House put me back to sleep again
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| Hatred killed another unarmed black
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| Hard to land on my feet like a one-armed cat
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| We dying, Mr. President, you’re lying, Mr. President
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| If Heaven got a hot spot, you’re frying, Mr. President
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| Democrat, Republican, push the same agenda
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| Global euthanasia by United Nation members
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| Insomniac, don’t be mad at me
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| I see the knife, put your hands where my eyes can see
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| Wide open |