| Yo, I don’t care who listening
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| I find it kind of sickening
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| We send billions to Israel
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| But shit on Flint, Michigan
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| A country, a country founded off of immigrants
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| Now we wanna build a wall to keep out all the immigrants
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| What, what, what, what you witnessing
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| Military exercises demonstrated on citizens
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| Anti-war petitioning, drone strike incoming
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| Homeless vets decorate the street, can’t get no income in
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| How do you save a world that can’t be saved, uh?
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| How do you raise a child that won’t behave? |
| (Preach)
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| Waking up from the lies, I feel betrayed
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| I’m guessing the rabbit hole we dug was actually just a grave
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| Skeletons in the closet, they fossilized
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| Niggas want the truth sugar coated and caramelized
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| Life is like a science fiction book where the author dies
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| Well I ain’t dead yet 'cause the hit ain’t been authorized
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| I hear freedom ringing but I won’t answer the phone
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| Because the people on the other end will not leave us alone
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| Mr. Officer I come in peace, just know I brought my piece
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| And if we can’t settle this peacefully, the violence will increase, yeah
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| I don’t condone racial divide, I won’t be cloned
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| I will survive, I walk alone look in my eye
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| So give me justice give me peace
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| Or give my freedom back at least
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| So we can meet up in the street, you decide
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| Who you bow to?
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| Elected councils, full of scoundrels
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| Who now rule the world around you
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| While wearing house shoes
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| They clown you
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| You wear your house, or your whole house full
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| Regimes don’t die; |
| they change they name and the accounts move
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| Life goes on with or without you
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| Words fall on deaf ears, I think they soundproof
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| The sound of justice makes us cringe
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| But how can we stand the sound?
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| You can’t even stand your ground
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| A noose around your neck, the sharpest minds will cut it down
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| Caught inside the web, the internet is tightly wound
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| Every day a hundred K? |
| Feel more like a couple thou'
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| What’s a dollar to a pound? |
| What’s a pound to the crown?
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| Look, ay
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| I’m sick of waiting, man this flag I’m sick of waving
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| No more participating, time to form our own nation
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| You call it integration I call that discrimination
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| They say it’s risk I’m taking, I call it decision making
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| I hear freedom ringing but I won’t answer the phone
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| Because the people on the other end will not leave us alone
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| Mr. Officer I come in peace, just know I brought my piece
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| And if we can’t settle this peacefully, the violence will increase, yeah
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| I don’t condone racial divide, I won’t be cloned
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| I will survive, I walk alone look in my eye
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| So give me justice give me peace
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| Or give my freedom back at least
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| So we can meet up in the street, you decide
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| You not an activist, you’re more like a re-activist
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| False flags, crisis actors trying to re-enact some shit
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| Stories don’t match, I never believe half the shit
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| While they’re sneaking pass a law we’re easily distracted, ay
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| Trying to get through to these dense fucks
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| You’re too stupid to insult
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| I say the shit anybody can prove
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| I don’t know, guess if it rhymes it’s got to be true
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| Look, cheap tricks and fabricated speeches
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| Blonde hair, blue eyes — they even fabricated Jesus
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| Just look at the salary paid to teachers
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| It’s obvious they don’t want us to graduate into leaders
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| Clearly, in court videos don’t prove much
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| Why is news cameras in the courtroom, huh?
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| Even if it’s just a game, I hear the signal louder
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| I think I got the message, they don’t really care about us
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| I hear freedom ringing but I won’t answer the phone
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| Because the people on the other end will not leave us alone
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| Mr. Officer I come in peace, just know I brought my piece
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| And if we can’t settle this peacefully, the violence will increase, yeah
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| I don’t condone racial divide, I won’t be cloned
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| I will survive, I walk alone look in my eye
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| So give me justice, give me peace
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| Or give my freedom back at least
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| So we can meet up in the street, you decide
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Fuck you Farmer Jim!
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| You’re all alone out here on the frontier
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| No friends, no family, no cops, no help at all
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| This is the Wild West son, the Wild fucking West
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| There ain’t no guards coming out here to save your ass
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| It’s just you and me and a murder of crows
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| Waiting to pick over our dead bones
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| So you take a breather
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| You let that sink in, don’t take too long, yeah? |