| VERSE ONE
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| I’ll never be afraid to speak what’s on my mind,
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| as long as I stand behind it,
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| and fight for it and die for it,
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| I can’t be blinded to only what they want me to see,
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| want to me hear, want me to fear,
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| want me to disappear, want me to never care
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| and ever be fully prepared,
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| living life in despair, struggle in my career,
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| chasing a millionaire lifestyle
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| and compare my style with square,
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| this is class warfare,
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| but they tax broke people knowing that’s no fair,
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| while they sit in green chairs and the politicians jeer,
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| yeah, with all this «hear, hear»,
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| meanwhile elsewhere, some little kid is scared,
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| clutches a Teddy Bear,
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| he’s homeless again, fourth time in a year
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| and Mommy got no money, can’t afford to cut his hair,
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| so other kids stare and this happens everywhere,
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| I just wanted to speak on it to make you more aware, yeah.
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| And I ain’t really in no hurry
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| to take on any more worries,
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| thinking they can read me, that ain’t my story,
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| don’t care what’s on the plate cos it ain’t for me,
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| I’d rather think about all the things I can figure out,
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| come across a hurdle, I don’t run a mile,
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| I know in myself I’m alright, alright.
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| VERSE TWO
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| I’ll never be afraid to say what’s on my tongue,
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| as long as I stand behind it,
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| I’ll fight for it and die for it,
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| cos I’m reminded that my words are sharp,
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| and pulverise like Jake Hoyt in MacArthur Park,
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| my bite is worse than my bark,
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| and it has to be, they flooding us like Noah’s Ark,
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| the gap between the rich and poor is like a stretch mark,
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| getting wider, born in a land where you feel like an outsider,
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| and trapped in a web even though you are a spider,
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| cos they spun it, now they run it,
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| they wanna take a thousand from your nine hundred,
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| and watch your finance plummet til' you’re sick to the stomach,
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| cos with money on your mind, everything else becomes redundant,
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| and this London, where money’s in abundance,
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| where people pay for justice though they rottonous like fungus,
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| sufficient ain’t enough, it’s gotta be something humongous,
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| whatever happened to they moral compass? |
| Fucka’s!
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| VERSE THREE
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| I’ll never be afraid to put my hands on it,
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| as long as I stand behind it,
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| I’ll fight for it and die for it like I’m a Titan,
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| so with these words that I’m writing,
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| I hope I’m igniting some excitement in the right men
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| and women too,
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| don’t live your life regretting all the things you didn’t do,
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| society can make you feel like it’s forbidding you,
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| and I ain’t kidding you, some lies are killing you,
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| so think of all the things you’ve wanted to fulfil in you,
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| and go fulfil em', and fuck your competition,
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| to hell with the traditions, go secure your position,
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| and make it like your mission, and do it with precision,
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| see I’m just a musician, but that’s just a definition
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| to label me and tell you that I make these compositions,
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| that’s only an addition to the life that I am living,
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| I’m bigger than a system,
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| cos the people wanna listen to a voice that’s gonna glisten,
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| cos it’s bringing some nutrition. |