| First off say peace to Pine Ridge
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| Shame at all the damage the white man wine did
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| Ghost dance, Trail of Tears, 5 million beers a year
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| And all that other crime did
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| More peace to the teachers of blind kids
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| To rebels in small cells keeping their mind big
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| Say everything’s hostile
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| Suicide bombers and prosperity gospels, emaciated models
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| With cocaine and blood pouring out their nostrils, they got to Just to stay awake on the catwalk of life where everybody watch you
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| Straight hair, high heels and a handbag
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| Crucifixes, racism and a land grab
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| Katrina, FEMA trailers, human body sandbags
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| A peace sign and a pants sag
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| A money toss cause a 9 stripper mad dash
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| A friend request following a hash tag
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| Now everybody want it like the last laugh
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| A Michael Jackson jacket or a daft mask
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| Purple Jordans or the mixed girl in your math class
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| Stable is when the Ba’ath had Baghdad
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| But corporate jets really had to have that gas bad
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| War and they hope they all fall from the ratatat
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| Cause that’s just more dinosaur for the Cadillac
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| Live from the other side what you see
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| A bunch of nonsense on my TV
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| Heaven on Earth is what I need
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| But I feel I’m in hell every time I breathe
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| Reporting live from the other side what you hear
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| A bunch of nonsense all in my ear
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| Rich man, poor man, we all gotta pay
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| Cause freedom ain’t free, especially 'round my way
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| And we marvel at the state of Ottoman
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| Then turn around and treat Ghana like a garbage can
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| America’s a big motherfuckin’garbageman
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| If you ain’t know, you’re part and parcel of the problem
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| You say no you ain’t, and I say yes you is Soon as you find out what planned obsolescence is You say no they didn’t, and I say yes they did
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| The definition of unnecessary-ness
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| Manifested
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| Say that we should protest just to get arrested
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| That goes against all my hustling ethics
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| A bunch of jail niggas say its highly ineffective
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| Depart from Martin, connect on Malcolm X tip
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| Insert Baldwin to similar the separate
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| To me, the truth is more fulfilling than a meth hit
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| Or finding really fast internet to have some sex with
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| It’s all one song short of a set list
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| Couple croissants shy of a continental breakfast
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| Or blowing out your birthday candles just to make a death wish
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| So absurd word to Chief Bone Necklace
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| Down at the Lakota Sioux Casino
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| A whole culture boiled down to giving you paquino
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| I go as left as a heart in the chest
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| Cause the Horn of Africa is now starving to death
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| Live from the other side what you see
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| A bunch of nonsense on my TV
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| Heaven on Earth is what I need
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| But I feel I’m in hell every time I breathe
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| Reporting live from the other side what you hear
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| A bunch of nonsense all in my ear
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| Rich man, poor man, we all gotta pay
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| Cause freedom ain’t free, especially 'round my way
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| An all white Los Angeles, the dream of Mr. Chandler
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| Hope and pray they take Columbus day up off the calendar
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| South Central an example of God’s gifts
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| So shout to all the mothers raising babies in spa 6
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| The projects of Oakland city, Detroit ghost towns
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| Monopolies on poverty where D-boy coke bound
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| It’s parts of Manilla like the video for Thriller
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| But the US Embassy is reminiscent of a villa
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| If poverty is chocolate and privilege vanilla
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| Then what’s the flavor of the Sunday preacher’s pedophilia
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| Cash rules everything around these niggas
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| As classrooms everywhere around me wither
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| Hither you can be Mr. Burns or Mr. Smithers
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| The tyrant or the slave but nowhere in the middle
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| Of the extremes of America’s dream
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| Freud fighting Neo, Freddy Krueger refereeing, naaa
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| Live from the other side what you see
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| A bunch of nonsense on my TV
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| Heaven on Earth is what I need
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| But I feel I’m in hell every time I breathe
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| Reporting live from the other side what you hear
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| A bunch of nonsense all in my ear
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| Rich man, poor man, we all gotta pay
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| Cause freedom ain’t free, especially 'round my way |