| Lost in America
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| Lost in it’s ways
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| Lost opportunities to climb out the cage
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| Addicted to the spirits or that herb concentrate
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| They tryna make a killing, inflicting scars and scrapes
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| Go ahead and pledge allegiance, while you kneel down and pray
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| But it won’t make a difference when the ships are at bay
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| When the drones are above and satellites up in space
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| There ain’t no place to hide when the fear in your face
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| I used to think the future meant the past would erase
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| But I’ve seen it all before, I think we all run in place
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| The same coloured faces gettin' blasted away
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| And the same old excuses from before gettin' made
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| Men in grey suits selling lives, gettin' paid
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| Making us all slaves for a little chump change
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| And all the signs on the wall read something blood red
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| But they can’t stop us all with one bullet to the head
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| Don’t worry 'bout the tanks outside, they only tryna scare you
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| They want you to run for your life, just so they can hunt you down
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| Don’t worry 'bout the boys outside, they only tryna scare you
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| Big Brother got an eye in the sky, I think it’s time to take it down
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| Down (repeats)
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| Wakin' up and drownin in the sound of loud sirens
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| Police state turning into military minded
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| Bought ranks from banks, trucks from the feds
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| Innocence is overrated, fuck what you said
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| I got tased in the supermarket pressed by a shotty
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| They shooting at us like we born with bulletproof bodies
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| Protest signs burn by the campfire
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| You never planned to stop me Death Goddamn liar
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| Via dire death rates that get higher up than Mariah
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| Self-preservations, now, might just expire
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| And I was on the side of the road with a flat tire
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| Piggy wanna stop and run my license through the live wire
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| Thanks for all the help boss, I’ll see you in my taxes
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| Or on the day you coming back around to harass us
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| Each and every one of y’all is guilty as the next
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| What happens to the oath you took to serve and protect?
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| I’ve been chained down, blindfolded and tamed now
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| To be smiling when they bring violence to the playground
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| Little Susie with her hair all up in pigtails
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| Caught an Uzi and now she’s just another pig’s tale
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| What? |
| You want us to be down on our knees
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| To just let you believe that you can silence the free?
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| We’ll be running in the night now, tryna fight the demons
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| In the picket line you can hear us all screaming
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| Don’t worry 'bout the tanks outside, they only tryna scare you
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| They want you to run for your life, just so they can hunt you down
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| Don’t worry 'bout the boys outside, they only tryna scare you
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| Big Brother got an eye in the sky, I think it’s time to take it down
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