| Grew up with a father who grew up in the south
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| Racism died, but the body still warm
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| Great great grandmother was born a slave
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| Chains went soft but her money got gone
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| Night got cold ‘ Rent got high
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| High went crack and a grown man rot
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| Pot went crime ‘ Peace went criminal
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| Similar to LSD, the less we know the better
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| Color doesn’t matter if we’re all in it together
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| Indebted to a master class and stay huddled in a mass of addicted infants
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| Up each other’s ass for a chance to fit in
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| But the pup got unplugged from the teet
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| Stopped pissing on your leg just to get a treat
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| Took a deep breath and smelled the milk, like
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| Scratch that syrup, I’ll take an ipecac — neat
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| Boom ‘ There goes another reason to consume
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| The gas fumes, the bathroom drugs
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| And the half moon hanging so low it tattoos your guilt
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| With fast food and pill
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| Cuz cash rules your will
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| Tell me what’s the color of your collar
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| It might determine the color of your sin
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| Or the number of your dollars
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| So follow no leaders ‘ No kings
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| They all so elitist ‘ Every time we rise up
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| They put a bottle between us and let us FIGHT
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| Over poison or unemployment
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| Any the vices we might just fill the void with
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| They numb the voices ‘ Tongue is voided
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| Got their cross-hairs on the young and boisterous
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| Get up or get get get get down
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| 911 ‘ 666 ‘ your town
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| Pick a side ‘ Where you gonna hide when they both fail?
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| How long before the snake swallows its own tail?
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| Orange, white, or blue ‘ A collar is still a collar
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| Orange, white, or blue ‘ Your collar is still a collar, sir
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| Orange, white, or blue ‘ A collar is still a collar
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| What c-color are you? |
| ‘ What c-color are you? |