| Fates on a mission and I? |
| m riding shotgun, man
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| I? |
| m looking for a revolution in these stale plastic decades, man
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| All he bombs and drugs don? |
| t seem to penetrate, man
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| All our minds being neutralised by these fucking Playstations, man
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| My father? |
| s generation they had fire in their bellies, man
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| We sit there like living room furniture in front of our tellies man
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| I don? |
| t know about you but me and me, I? |
| m a suffering man
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| While these dreams of reaching dreams seem all too distant, man
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| Sometimes I wish I didn? |
| t know about Marcus Mandela and Marley man
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| Cause now I? |
| m looking for a leader, well hey, I? |
| m still looking man
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| While I keep breathing and I? |
| m still seeking, but I don? |
| t have a plan man
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| With these lost shadows and these broken souls of our generations man
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| There? |
| s fire on the roads and there? |
| s no one at home man
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| We still knocking on the door and wonder why there? |
| s no answer man
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| Well I? |
| m down if your down so let? |
| s bring down this bigger man
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| And like these youths today you see me, I? |
| m just trying to be a man
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| And like these youths on road you see me, I? |
| m just trying to be a man
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| Hey man
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| (Hey, hey)
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| Hey man |