| I’m sprouted from a racist seed
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| The white men stole the land they need
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| To renovate a state of hate
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| And greed and call it something great
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| So every fall you could give thanks
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| For genocide of natives by the ranks
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| Now you can find fast food in every town
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| McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Taco Bell
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| And as free trade kills domestic jobs
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| They blame minorities for all their probs
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| And lock 'em up for their enjoyment
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| And say they’re the cause of unemployment
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| Although they say that we’re all free
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| It never felt that way to me
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| As you sit back and watch us die
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| I can’t help but asking, «why?»
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| Now why?
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| (Why…why…why?)
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| Crooked cops on every block
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| And racist courts to lock you up
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| A judicial system so corrupt
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| If you’re not white you are a criminal
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| Educated by the biased man
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| The kids too dumb to take a stand
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| Faith in dreams that always die
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| But nightmares hold the upper hand
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| It snowballs into worthless pawns
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| Multiplying, buying, on and on
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| Slaving for that weekly wage
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| But in the end, guess who gets paid?
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| Although they say that we’re all free
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| It never felt that way to me
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| As you sit back and watch us die
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| I can’t help but asking «why?»
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| Now why
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey |