| All these people makin' choices with no
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| Cause and effect check sayin' their man is
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| The best. |
| But yet they don’t respect they
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| Lie to elect. |
| Then resent the rest. |
| Making
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| God’s whole world a mess I say it again. |
| I
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| Make a wager that the saviour hasn’t been
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| Back yet we got many looking skyward like
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| The man got a jet you see it in the
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| Children’s eyes. |
| Within them they reflect
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| The love that we forget bring me your poor
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| Persecuted huddled masses. |
| Put them through
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| The system. |
| And kick their asses. |
| Try to
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| Figure out why the double edge slashes
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| While the white rich men get passes. |
| We got
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| A thousand year beef that’s still a problem
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| Since 1945 we just threaten to bomb 'em. |
| But
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| Now they’re bombin' back. |
| And still we ain’t
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| Got 'em you said. |
| Never forget. |
| But we’ve
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| Forgotten
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| Did you ever think the world would get so
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| Hard children killing children in our own
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| Back yard did you ever think you’d say that
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| You gave up on god
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| Now try and pitcure this. |
| Through all of the
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| Mist we’re taking out hits. |
| Scratchin' dicks
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| Off the list we’re itchin' to piss off
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| Those kicks we just lift off. |
| The kids that
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| Just let off. |
| The guns that we gift. |
| The
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| Times that push cadence. |
| Reflect all the
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| Ancients we try to have patience. |
| Through
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| All of the hatred with all of this growin'
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| It’s out of control. |
| I’m sitting on my sofa
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| Sedated. |
| We got a lot in the way of
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| Acheiving a state. |
| That don’t try to relate
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| The temptations of fate. |
| And what’s made us
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| Great? |
| All of this blood? |
| Is this how we
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| Court the houses of Saud? |
| well we’re
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| Sleeping with dogs. |
| But detaining the pack
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| They’re stealing my rights with the patriot
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| Act. |
| With Washington runnin' the drugs. |
| And
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| The guns in. Sometimes I thank god we got
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| Crack
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| Did you ever think the world would get so
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| Hard children killing children in our own
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| Back yard did you ever think you’d say that
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| You gave up on god |