| They like to make us feel little
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| They like to make us feel small
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| And keep us down
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| 'Til we feel no good at all
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| Then they tell us that we’re stupid
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| That we got no sense at all
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| They’ll ke away the spark
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| Keep us in the dark
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| Make us feel we have no vision at all
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| No, no, no, I don’t believe it has to be this way
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| No, I don’t believe it has to be this way
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| Then they tell us to be patient
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| That our time will come
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| But I’ve stood outside their doors
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| And walked their floors
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| And I ain’t gonna do it again
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| They’d like to make me their nigger
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| I say to hell with them
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| I’m not gettin’down on my knees
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| And beggin’please
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| Can you throw me a crumb now and then
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| I can’t really speak to you
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| And I don’t know about them
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| They must be out of their minds
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| Can’t read between the lines
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| They can stick it where the sun don’t shine
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| They’re so tough
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| They are so tough |