| Blackin' out…
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| I feel like I should be packin' now
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| Cause sometimes I feel like I’m Pacquiao
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| (Or) Like the president of Urugway
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| I see these ants climbin' on me
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| And I hear them shout
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| But I don’t fear 'em, I feel 'em
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| Cause I’m that ant when I look in the mirror
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| I’m shoutin' into this colossus Empire
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| But all it do is neglect me Disrespect me
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| It want me to obey
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| So as a favor it will protect me
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| But I don’t need protection From anybody
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| I’m just afraid that I could Collapse Under the Empire
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| I was raised in these streets
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| They thought me to question and deny
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| Every power
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| Like Richard Pryor I will set myself on fire
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| Run these streets and tell you how I feel about these liars
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| Give me fighters !
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| Give me revolution !
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| I bet if you ask any fighter he will tell you this is pollution
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| Not livin'…
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| Cause this ain’t the world they fought
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| People starvin'
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| And not dreamin'
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| Livin' a nightmare so they start the heavy drinkin'
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| The ship is sinkin' if the weakest link is
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| The one that I’m inkin'
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| I know that you would like to think it’s All right
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| But I’ve seen man cry All night
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| Never been up with no light
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| I’ve seen them with their hands up
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| But no fight
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| I don’t understand how can you abandon your child
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| He’s out there alone and you give him no time
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| This love is unconditional No lie !
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| Empire is lookin' into my eyes
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| And it’s tellin' me that it’s the truth
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| When I know it’s all lies
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| We’re bound but we cut All ties
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| I’ve seen them dudes with bow ties readin' Times
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| Walk over a man beggin' for some life
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| Excuse me but it’s a Riot of Emotions inside !
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| I was always ready to dive
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| Ready to help you
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| But honestly I won’t die
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| And it’s modesty that you should think about
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| Probably you could never stop the apocalypse
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| But at least you could rest in peace !
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| I mean some empathy is all we need
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| See! |
| I was raised up with have-nots
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| And people in need
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| So! |
| I have seen how they bleed
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| And I know what it means to be in the sink
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| When they throw at you everything
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| Except for the kitchen sink
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| So maybe that’s why I’m helpful
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| And less selfish but more selfless
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| But it means more on my shoulders and chest… |