| The rule of Allah is God’s equality
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| Desire for my brothers the same as I desire for me
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| But when my brothers stay physically and mentally trapped in a cage
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| My heart fills up with what? |
| Rage!
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| The rule of Allah is God’s equality
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| Desire for my brothers the same as I desire for me
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| But when my brothers stay dying of everything else but old age
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| My heart fills up with what? |
| Rage!(x3)
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| Against the machine that come in between
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| Me and my other mothers siblings
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| That’s caught up in the green and things
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| That you can get beyond food, comfy clothes, and a home
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| And so the streets they roam without a civilized dome
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| To realize that the traps is set
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| Hounds is loose, pigs is juiced
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| To put another neck in a noose
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| Without a second to lose
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| So powers abused and brothers are bruised
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| The devil’s amused as squad cars cruise through
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| Ghetto’s, where governments hold
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| Everything that you own to a level where your poverty prone
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| So half of us will sell whatever it takes to make papes
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| While the other half are customers with hopes to escape
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| As they hallucinate sealing our fate
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| Despite the fact that your legacy’s great
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| They’d rather sit home and wait
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| While the means to survive and thrive are shut down
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| So those that know wrong but can’t afford right
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| Say what now
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| Against my babies fake educators
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| The lieutenants to the legislators that hate us
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| Consistently fade since our traders betrayed us
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| With the sadist plot to decimate and degrade us
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| Before we old enough to be first graders
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| Putting pins in my babies heads
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| He could have grown to be physically thoroughbred
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| But mentally dead
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| They hide the lies in the books that were meant to be read
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| In the schools that either ignore em or can’t afford em
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| Now the bigger they come the harder they fall
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| But the younger they fall the harder it gets to stand tall
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| Cause the blind mans deaf son
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| Will be the dumb father of a blind child
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| Saying to hell with them all
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| With no family ties
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| So the next man’s family cries
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| At the funeral cause somebody tries
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| The wrong brother with the wrong nine doing the long time
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| Where he learns that he committed the wrong crime in the first place
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| (Bust this)
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| He need to point the same gun
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| At the criminally insane justice
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| System that dissed him and kissed him goodbye
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| From the start
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| Cause his world view was based on a lie
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| The rule of Allah is God’s equality
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| Desire for my brothers the same as I desire for me
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| But when a fight breaks out
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| Everytime there’s some hip hop on stage
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| My heart fills up with what? |
| Rage!
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| The rule of Allah is God’s equality
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| Desire for my brothers the same as I desire for me
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| But when you talk trash like you hard
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| But your heart pumps lemonade
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| My heart fills up with what? |
| Rage!
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| When it’s war time and you don’t know where to throw the grenade
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| My heart fills up with what? |
| Rage!
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| When my babies said role models fall victim on the front page
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| My heart fills up with what? |
| Rage!
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| When my brothers stay physically and mentally trapped in a cage
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| My heart fills up with what? |
| Rage!
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| When my brothers stay dying of everything else but old age
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| My heart fills up with what? |
| Rage!
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| My heart fills up with what? |
| Rage!
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| My heart fills up with what? |
| Rage! |