| Oh here goes another gift for this world
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| This world that keeps filling my body with holes
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| My scars they itch and I pick my scabs and I grow
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| While they all try to cut my throat
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| But god ain’t gonna let me go to my grave
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| Without showing you what he has made
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| There’s a war outside
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| There’s a war outside and just know that if I die
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| Know that I fought all my life for this
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| There’s a war outside and if I should die tonight
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| Whether it’s wrong or its right I’ll be missed
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| There’s a war outside
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| And when morning brings her light we’ll be his
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| There’s a war outside
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| Bow your heads and close your eyes
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| Oh my brothers and sisters we’re trapped in this hole
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| But we’re kept down here because it’s all about control
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| But we’re trapped together so well stick tight and out of the cold
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| And they’ll reap just what they’ve sewn
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| God ain’t gonna let us go to our graves without showing them what he has made
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| Seen my first body when I was a kid
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| I thought sleeping in streets was just something they did
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| Then I grew older I never grew up
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| I wouldn’t let them take something I didn’t get enough of
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| I put a whole life sentence in these streets
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| I didn’t sleep a wink I had to kill to eat
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| They tried to make it so I didn’t see 25
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| And when I did I thanked god and then I retired
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| There’s a war outside
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| I hear all these critics talk but I listen to none
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| Cause none of them have ever been where music comes from
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| And none of them have ever stepped foot inside a slum
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| And none of them have ever wrapped their hands around a gun
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| And squeezed till its empty and it locks up and it’s done
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| And feel the man on the other sides last breath leap out his lungs
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| I’ve been doing this here since I was young
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| So next time you speak about me just cut out your fucking
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| Tongue |