| Like CeeLo Green in a sea of red lights
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| I might as well be famous, since I ain’t gon' be white
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| One way or another, I know I’ll be all right
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| As trains go by — bad times outta sight
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| (Judith Hill & Prince)
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| Telling you that you’re not what you can sing
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| Everything else here but you’re born to be
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| Calling you names while trying to make you cheat
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| Shoot you dead and leave your body out in the streets
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| (Tell me what’s fair)
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| Like CeeLo Green in a sea of red lights
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| I might as well be famous, since I ain’t gon' be white
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| One way or another, I know I’ll be all right
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| As trains go by — bad times outta sight
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| (Judith Hill & Prince)
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| How can a chokehold never on TV
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| Still be okay with the NYC PD
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| Since ninteen hundred sixty five, thought we were free
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| We talk about you, we talk about me
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| Like CeeLo Green in a sea of red lights
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| I might as well be famous, since I ain’t gon' be white
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| One way or another, I know I’ll be all right
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| As trains go by — bad times outta sight
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| (Judith Hill & Prince)
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| How many bodies need to hit the ground
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| 'For the masses raise their voice and they make a sound
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| Hold a Cherry Coke, whatever takes them down
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| Think about a dance when you hear the sound
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| (Judith Hill & Prince)
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| While Martin sleeps, Brother Malcom is awake
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| This time they won’t plop on our piece of cake
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| Set em free then, friends, let our reparation shake
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| Everybody shake no time to waste
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| (No time to waste)
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| Like CeeLo Green in a sea of red lights
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| I might as well be famous, since I ain’t gon' be white
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| One way or another, I know I’ll be all right
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| As trains go by — bad times outta sight |