| Yea, and they told about the capital games, venom
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| Will they be if they in shackles and chains, sen' 'em
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| Off to battle by Catherine to the grave summer
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| 'Til the gates await for one soul murder
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| Women livin' in sin killed the children
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| The squad producin' to pop the pills in
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| It’s all confusions, are not solutions
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| I’m topin' up the plot to drop stop the blueprint
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| If anything’s ever gonna get better we gotta get rid of the vendettas
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| And suffer in our endeavors
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| Don’t the king that build this legend
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| Never ever step on the huffle one another
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| Be stubborn enough to hate one another
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| Remember that we are brothers
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| And since the scheme from the same mother
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| The earth and we go through the same struggles
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| It hurts when we gotta make it work for us
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| What are we fightin' for?
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| And why do we sell war?
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| All my country tears me brief
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| Scream our needs and all our grief
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| And those who scream want peace
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| The secret dream, the king of kings
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| In the UK mama had a itty bitty lil boy prue
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| With a man that wasn’t like quite likely approved
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| Walked around Cape Town, ready for the abuse
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| Cause the color of the skin was so difficult to few
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| Not dark enough, not white enough
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| Hey boy, what be your background anyway?
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| Is there really an answer to this type of a cancer?
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| Human beings what my pop said we’d better save
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| Now speedin' up the days on the countdown
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| Present day is a race, better stop high
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| Get up and get your freedom to love one another
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| My brother suffered from the fuckers underneath the plot now
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| Now push here and just limit the true clears of the nigga men initiative
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| Like the fear of traditionally ignorant
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| And let your guard down with the stitch you are member with
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| What are we fightin' for?
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| And why do we sell war?
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| All my country tears me brief
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| Scream our needs and all our grief
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| And those who scream want peace
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| The secret dream, the dream of a king
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| Come on God, we see the one in size
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| But we steady reachin' for the climax of a earthly high?
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| We love the money and sex more from the grace from the sky
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| Cravin' a plan for someone to save me
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| Could he be real? |
| Feelin' me?
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| Or should I look to the heaven?
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| I can see my sanity in a world of profanity
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| Temptation at a all time high
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| Women, minister, does their pry
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| Avoidin' the questions, tryin' to survive
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| Maybe yet we should just die
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| Even kings fall
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| Sunset on my back bringin' in the dark
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| I ain’t always even killed, tryna gain a lil' balance for real
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| Because I’ve been lost
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| Played grand politics for the kids
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| That’s how it is
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| Innocence lost to a Mosberg kiss
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| What it is and what it was, plus it ain’t getting better for us
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| Life’s worse and enough on the high when the cops speed by
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| Someone told me about a dream that my son is alive
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| So I told him to run it back but he didn’t reply
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| You see they all oughta wait dyin' than close the high
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| And the world’s getting smaller, yes it is
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| That’s the world real like, break it to doctors, the shame that parts us
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| But I got American
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| Pain follows illusion my friend |