| It’s going down again
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| From the rage in my mind to the sound system
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| From the streets to the concrete wall
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| Where I spent a little time down there but what for
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| Cause I got beat down again
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| The same old shit keeps happening
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| Another hero on stage
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| A loser in the bar
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| Where money your pocket don’t go to far
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| In this world of financial success
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| I got lost along the way, I guess
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| Money hungry motherfuckers in brand new cars
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| Talking on cell phones to reach for the stars
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| And when I’m gone you know I won’t be coming back
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| To this place
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| I ain’t got what it takes
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| There’s nothing left for me, no piece of mind, no sanity
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| Just painful memory, that I don’t need inside of me
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| All of what’s yours will be gone in time
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| With the illusion of progress in this life
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| Unfinished products, nowhere to go
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| Just standing around in the cold
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| The systems backed up, nothing’s comin through
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| A little more leverage for me to use
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| Because I never gave a damn about that shit
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| I just keep on getting on with it
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| And I may be the last in line
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| But I’m still lookin out for what’s mine
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| In this world of confusion and despair
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| I’m looking out for me, oh yeah |