| They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it
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| Reality is nourishment, but people don’t believe it
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| I guess it’s hard to stomach the truth like a bulimic
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| It’s a dirty game and nobody is willin' to clean it
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| But this is for the paraplegic people dreamin' of runnin'
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| Ladies married to men who don’t please 'em, dreamin' of comin'
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| Verbally murderous like David Berkowitz when I’m gunnin'
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| Some cowards on the Internet didn’t think I would sell
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| Scared to talk shit in person 'cause they stuck in a shell
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| And couldn’t understand the pain of bein' stuck in a cell
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| Hell is not a place you go if you’re not a Christian
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| It’s the failure of your life’s greatest ambition
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| It’s a bad decision to blindly follow any religion
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| I don’t see the difference in between the wrong and the wrong
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| Soldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids and they moms
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| Are just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb
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| Humanity’s gone, smoked up in a gravity bong
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| By a Democrat-Republican Cheech and Chong
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| Immortal Technique, you never heard me preach in a song
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| I’m not controversial, I’m just speakin' the facts
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| Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back
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| And shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack
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| And since life’s a gamble like the craps tables at Vegas
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| I freestyle my destiny, it’s not written in pages
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| I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be
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| As if our people’s history started with slavery
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| Painfully I discovered the shit they kept us secret
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| This is the exodus, like the black Jews out of Egypt
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| I keep it reality based with the music I make
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| Blow up the truth in your face with the style I run with
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| Like the Navy missile that shot down Flight 800
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| I’m like the Africans who came here before Colombus
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| And from the 1500s until after the morrow
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| I watched Latin America get raped in the sorrow
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| You see, the Spaniards never left despues de Colon
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| And if you don’t believe me, you can click on Univision
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| I never seen so much racism in all of my life
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| Every program and newscaster, all of them white
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| It’s like apartheid with 10 percent rulin' the rest
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| That type of stress will make me put the fuckin' tool to your chest
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| Step in my way, nigga, I wouldn’t wanna be ya
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| I burn slow like pissin' drunk with gonorrhea
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| I’ll do a free show in North Korea, burnin' the flag
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| While J. Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag
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| Try to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this:
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| Capitalism and democracy are not synonymous
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| You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill
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| Sellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill
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| But that will never be me 'cause I’m leavin' the past
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| Like an abused wife with the kids, leavin' your ass
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| Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stash
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| Unbreakable Technique, leavin' the plane crash
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| I’m out with the black box and I refuse to return
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| I spit reality instead of what you usually learn
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| And I refuse to be concerned with condescendin' advice
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| 'Cause I’m the only motherfucker that could change my life
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| Some people think I won’t make it, but I know that I will
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| Escape the emptiness 'cause that shit is slow and it kills
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| The flow and the skill, I made y’all believe that it last
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| You can make the future, but it starts with leavin' the past |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leaving the Past, artist - Immortal Technique. Album song Revolutionary Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп