| 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 |