year two thousand and ten in a row the fifth month
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I ask you to weigh all the chances
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I have the right to say what comes into my head
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and this is not poetry
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we all walk on the edge and not sober
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losing balance by being aggressive
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having the right to take revenge on the cruelest gesture
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there is a lot of violence around, it is impossible to stop
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not Europe, but Russia did not threaten to change how
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the same winter, the same dampness, children buy clothes for growth
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everyone thumps just the same for mercy
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the roads are also broken, what you just don’t see in the stream
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deputies do not drive on the Volga, I have the right not to pay taxes to them
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even though the bitches will squeeze out all the juices, I have the right to write these lines
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anyone will hear their conclusions and squeeze them out
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you know we are driven by a good intention
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even when we paint on the roof and on train cars
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I could rise higher, I have the right
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but I can stumble and what will I say to my mother later
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I have the right to be equal with everyone
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up to date with events and main
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the most secret and strange, and whatever without deception
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I have the right to express my thoughts on the walls
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fill your veins with adrenaline
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because I need changes so that the time does not rise
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I have the right to promote my tribe
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I have the right to take from the right
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I have the right to know the truth
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do not breathe poisons, but only fragrant herbs
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hip hop culture makes me laugh
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I have the right to spray Montana on the surfaces and faces of cops
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to fly in ammunition
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purely from the principle of a little on the tag jacket on
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what patterns and views of order relationships
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general movement is not at all difficult to understand
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graffiti are not good for vandals
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overtakes the city as if taaifuun
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this is my background, but not where yours is
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where they paint in closed areas
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and forever remain in history
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fuck this is not worth arguing with
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soon we will stop the whole rule
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I have the right not to answer your questions
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I'm still looking for answers to my own solved ones,
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but there are ideas and ways
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limitless creativity
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now more than ever I have the right
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cackle into the masses of public poison
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you know our manners
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look as if the eyes are not squeezed out of the frame
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refueling, the requested hands will reach you
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fuck the legislators and the constitution
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it's not lawlessness, it's painless
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yes, so what the hell would go off scale in consciousness
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today I have the right my people are with me
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maybe tomorrow they will tie us up and fucking shut us up
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I don’t loose my body, I screw the split into the grammar
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a match a flash and a scan eats a flame
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it's a pity not to see the dawn in the painted windows
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fragments of memory settled on old photos
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tell me I have the right to at least something
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where objectionable people are shoved into riot police's grooves
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so don't care about everything, I have the right
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?knyaya? weekdays? |
systems, and the brain melts
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paint-stained fingers rip off your bra
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baby my smile holds a spliff in her teeth
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I'm dissolving in smoke, one after another
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well, under the ass pendal pants on red stripes
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think with your head under whose flag you are marching in the ranks
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I don't know you play the whole game
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we all pay
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i play mine |