| Free Palestine
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| Yelling 'Black Lives Matter!' |
| from the picket line
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| And it’s like y’all don’t remember shit
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| From white privilege to censorship
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| And how every election fixed
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| When they legalize, everybody is high as shit
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| Yeah, we fucking tired of this, so we fighting kid
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| Listen uh, yeah, homie the future looking a little grim
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| We on some shit that even Orwell could’ve never seen
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| Even Huxley and Rand been off the mark it seems
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| But if you quiet and you focus, you can hear the screams
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| Yeah, imagine the water poisoned, you sick again
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| Fuck it, take a little drive to Flint, Michigan
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| Yeah and Gaza still suffering from apartheid
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| The US backed Israeli army stifling their war cry
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| Man, and yeah they fucking murdered Sandra Bland
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| Mike, Tamir, Eric, Tony, Walter, Freddie… damn
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| Yeah the killing on schedule like they had a plan
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| From fucking with Islam to false flags at the Bataclan
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| Yeah, and slavery was abolished
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| So they put us all in chains and through the pain we never saw the problem
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| And yeah the choice is really ours and the time is now
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| We built it up so we sure as hell finna tear it down, yeah
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| Let’s go, the people marching for our future
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| (Yeah!) Nobody move or they will really shoot you
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| Yes sir, but the planet don’t belong to they
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| (Yeah!) So all our efforts, they are not in vain
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| We are one, we are us, we are everything, so let it ring
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| They will never get us
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| Even in the summertime, we never sweat it
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| No, no
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| Hell yeah, believe I’m marching with my fist up
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| Black, white, purple, brown, it’s nothing but skin, cunts
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| Humans need a fix up, to band together
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| Bond as brothers and love each other, to keep from going under
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| Look, they point blank shootin' in the States, it seems
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| Just get Bernie Sanders in to change the scheme
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| They tryin' to kill us off one by one
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| And flip the script on us, paint us with a gun
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| No son, no Sir, can’t tolerate this right hurr
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| And they medicate us so our vision is a blur, word
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| Yeah, they treat us like rats in a cage
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| And push depression in subtle ways, make us mental slaves
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| Caught by the puppet, yo we call that gettin' Trumped
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| 'Cause in short dog, you’re gettin' fucked
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| Don’t conform, they turnin third world countries to open morgues
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| Fighting for a better day like the ones before, so let’s go
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| Let’s go, the people marching for our future
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| (Yeah!) Nobody move or they will really shoot you
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| Yes sir, but the planet don’t belong to they
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| (Yeah!) So all our efforts, they are not in vain
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| We are one, we are us, we are everything, so let it ring
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| They will never get us
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| Even in the summertime, we never sweat it
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| No, no |