| I’m looking for the light at the end of tunnel
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| Somewhere I can slip thru: a small hole or funnel
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| Something I can see a little hope a little glimmer
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| Something that can guide me when the light gets dimmer
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| A plate fresh fruit a bit of fresh air and some loot
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| And wonder why they slaughter for a fresh pair of shoes
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| Health care for all and good jobs for all
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| These politicians mad corrupt they dropped the ball
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| Sleeping in a room with no furniture
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| How much is our lives really worth to ya?
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| Declaring war on the poor
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| Regardless as an outlaw when I walk to the corner store
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| As hard as we try sometimes we come up short
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| It’s hard to provide for family when you’re poor
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| We learn to survive throughout the years we endure
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| Inadequacies inside we so insecure
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| The beast wants to see us dead
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| Walking around with a bounty on your head
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| I can’t take it, Babylon don’t wanna see us make it
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| No No No!
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| I seen the light in an elderly smile
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| In the past I failed to see signs but I can’t rewind
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| Gotta move on my army gotta move strong
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| Gotta do right the enemy wants us to wrong
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| What I gotta do to keep my sanity?
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| Making dollars without compromising my humanity
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| So many gaps, so many traps
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| Hard to relax, so many cracks
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| I carved a path on my own and I own it
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| Even though these Babylonians never condone it
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| Universal laws and we living in accordance
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| Pressing on these Lucifer’s and forcing me to forfeit |