I looked, I saw, they broke the balance
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I saw in my daughter believe all the pinks
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Stand up, you'll fuck it up
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They burned my son black and white documents
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My hands are tied
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smells anise my liver
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Every side of this bench is the problem
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Ahmed brother sadness
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Come, my two eyes
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It was always gray in cities and fifty shades in ner?
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"Shoot, shoot!" |
he says 'my' side to me
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Another side of me says, "Come on, stop me."
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side of me is brave
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Part of me says to me, "Son, shut up, shut up!"
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My conscience does not stop like a flood, dishonest
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"Burn us." |
too boy, we'll burn
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it never hurt
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Didn't he see this much blood?
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Happiness is half, pain is full to us
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"Ran," Nazim Hikmet told us.
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OK for everyone but is it haram for us?
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Kilo kilo nation to us gram?
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New York to them, Iran to us?
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I'm in trouble with the rap that I do
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Go on, never mind, keep selling
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Draw summer daddy, if there is my word
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He didn't get dirty a little bit.
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He understood, so go the gavura offering
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Isn't it your father who found your mother?
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The one who lurks you what you call life
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In two stanzas, this one breaks your head
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And and the one that slapped you that you call Rap, bitch!
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"Shoot, shoot!" |
he says 'my' side to me
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Another side of me says, "Come on, stop me."
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side of me is brave
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Part of me says to me, "Son, shut up, shut up!"
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My conscience does not stop like a flood, dishonest
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"Burn us." |
too boy, we'll burn |