| Who’s world is this?
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| To tell you the truth I’m not sure
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| Feeling more and more like we fighting for a lost cause
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| My jaw drops as I watch on the box
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| See the planes shot out of the sky and wonder what for
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| We can do better, now more than ever
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| Hear the cries out in Tahrir Square, we want more
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| But there’s war going on across the seas
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| Blood flowing in the streets over power and greed
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| I guess it’s just human nature tryna intervene
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| Gaza Strip, Auschwitz, Kosovo, Hiroshima
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| I picture these moments like 'what if it was me?'
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| But I’m home safe and sounds just watching it on the screen
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| Stuck between a horror movie and a Disney scene
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| Right and wrong and everything in between
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| So I write these songs my therapy’s in these beats
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| When the mic is on my enemies see defeat, but
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| Time ticks on and everything will repeat
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| What a wise man once said to me, my reply was needless
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| Still I kept gathering the pieces
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| To help me as I’m writing out my thesis
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| On the most curious of creatures, students and teachers
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| Sinners and preachers, tycoons and street sweepers
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| Engineers in hard hats, presidents and ministers
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| Made from the very same bone, flesh and ligaments
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| Crooks and thieves, in pursuit of some crooked beliefs
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| Who do some things that you wouldn’t believe
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| Thought about it too long, what I wouldn’t achieve
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| Now I rock-a-bye a baby tryna put 'em to sleep
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| I had a subway conversation with an angel who had killed a man
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| Explained to me that we’re each part of a bigger plan
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| We sat and kicked it, he talked and I listened
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| Tryna soak up his wisdom in that instant
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| I understood this twisted system, we all so complicit in it
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| Just components in the same mechanism
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| Each taking turns playing out the rhythm
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| Don’t know any different though we never gave permission
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| Ain’t a lot on this rock I can call my own
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| But the space around my head is a no-fly zone
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| In this cold barren land that I call my home
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| A king amongst many’s waiting on a throne
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| So, what have we learned? |
| What’s the lesson for today? |
| For all the never-ending
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| days and restless nights That morality is transient? |
| That to be honest is to be
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| flawed? |
| The story is simple. |
| The who and the why is the complex part.
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| The human The only part worth knowing. |
| Peace |