| It takes five days for society to break
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| Starvation, hunger, violence and rape
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| The United States of America’s dead of her epidemic yet again
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| The violin should play
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| When you orchestrate and prepare an awful state of affairs is it fair
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| To say that you paid to rob your own grave?
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| With nature defaced, the decay is ingrained
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| You can’t take the truth 'til its straight in your face
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| And it’s too late to change it or take it away
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| Fate is a strange thing, we predicted the happenings
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| Straight after late capitalism
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| But we didn’t prepare
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| For the winter despair
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| There was frost on the glass
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| We were lacking the vision
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| But for what little is left we need a tactical vision
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| And for that, we can thank The Division
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| New York City
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| Could it be more gritty?
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| Money is the root of all evil
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| So when we fall farther it seems more fitting
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| New York City
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| Could it be more gritty?
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| Money is the root of all evil
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| Would our dear forefathers weep or pity?
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| Rewind
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| Flash back for a minute as we shoot back five days
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| To black Friday
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| New York, feel the boom bap vibrate
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| Street map is a true rat like maze
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| Open jail, flip the gulag sideways
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| Too late to glue cracks, view that crime rate
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| Whole city’s in a 2Pac mindstate
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| Thugging at eachother to get food and hydrate
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| Better get moving to that highway
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| Come on, if you really wanna do that, why wait?
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| Pack your bags, grab your shoes and migrate
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| Cause a dead president’s a dude that’s irate
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| For a land built on dirty money
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| It’s absurdly funny
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| That it’s turning ugly
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| But you know humans, we just keep running
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| And we will, it is our will, and this is a free country
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| The president says to do whatever it takes
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| To tether the threads and weather the state
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| Defend it against any tremors and quakes
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| Hell or heaven could make
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| My vector can spray
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| Like a rector can pray
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| So I’ll rectify lies, correct your mistakes
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| You’re treading a fine line with steps that you take
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| So you might find my bootprint etched in your face
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| Yes siree, we do what’s necessary
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| Every discretionary decision is left up to me
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| Definitely
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| Stepping the street
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| With weapon ready
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| To step in and cease
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| The spread of the epidemic dead on its feet
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| Second guessing whoever we meet
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| We’re a second from our severed head and spines lying separately
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| So I’m speaking to my team with techy telepathy
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| If I protect them
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| They protect me |