| I think it began back in 1992 — flames and riots and my innocence was through
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| The flames got put out but the hatred stayed so strong
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| Burning up the streets like an urban napalm
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| White boy white boy — why you gotta act so proud?
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| Black black boy — why you gotta talk so loud?
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| Whit boy white boy — so afraid you buy a gun
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| Black boy black boy — so busy hating everyone
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| Nothing comes free/ nothing comes free
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| And this town ain’t half of what it used to be
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| Nothing comes free/ nothing comes free
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| Do you hear the sound of world burning down?
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| I don’t like fear and I don’t like feeling danger
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| Now I’m driving through this ghost town like a sad lone ranger
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| Amid the ruins of all these urban sights and sounds
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| Seeing those places sometimes it still brings me down
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| White boy white boy — you’re so busy building fences
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| Black boy black boy — when you gonna come to your senses
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| White boy white boy — anger shouldn’t be your new song
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| Black boy black boy — if you hate because of color, you’ve got it all wrong
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| That’s when I said well, nothing comes free |