| We hit the road again
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| These words live!
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| let's tell them
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| What are these eyes saying!
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| We hit the road again
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| These words live!
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| let's tell them
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| What are these eyes saying!
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| No! |
| No!
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| Roads tell, different fights in every body
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| Makes me cry too, this unlit street lamp
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| Steep slope is its hallmark, regions far from the city
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| Ten years old on the corner, shadows looking for identity
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| Unborn dreams, the middle of hell
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| Does it scare you too, non-life insurance?
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| Look at the irrelevant houses of this irrelevant state
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| Jumps from the cradle into the abyss, the hopes of the suburbs
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| This is a result of the intelligence of the capitalist minds.
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| The unbalanced scales made the human race hostile.
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| And the system is such that it makes the body work at a minimum.
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| The ox, too, with its wealth, makes a pee race
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| Abundant my country, wells with politics
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| Aesthetic and social carp on the agenda in one day
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| Are you a writer, those who break their fast in the White House?
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| Are you a writer, are you a writer, press books!
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| We hit the road again
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| These words live!
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| let's tell them
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| What are these eyes saying!
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| We hit the road again
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| These words live!
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| let's tell them
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| What are these eyes saying!
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| Fights and hard life, the reason is lack of livelihood
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| It was just a job, a home, obsession with happiness
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| I grew up on your streets, grew up with my steps Rap
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| And the scenes in my heart were always like a documentary
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| Symphony in my ears, boy gun siren
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| A curse on my lips, look, faculty of life
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| Master, this is bourgeois, if you are looking for truth in art
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| Too many sentences in my eyes, if you know my writing language
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| Face your heart, let it break your sleep if any
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| Steel door and guards, is this the solution equivalent to your intelligence?
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| The riddle is the future in our country, thanks to you.
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| Onur, Şeref is not just a boy's name!
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| Don't be silent artists, this is your audience
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| When it comes to words, it never goes past the star.
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| Calculate and pay attention and sensitivity is also your duty.
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| Sales thought «Do not buy pirated!» |
| that's not all!
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| Listen, unresponsive prisoners of politics
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| Desperate generations roaming the streets
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| You created, what did you do to this society, come out and see
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| Fear in every street, different query in every body
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| Those who call it fate should watch it with empathy.
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| Many bodies disappeared from the stage with their dreams
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| Be careful, life should not paint you a picture like this.
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| Don't let the colors change, this Rap is with you, Ghettos!
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| We hit the road again
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| These words live!
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| let's tell them
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| What are these eyes saying!
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| We hit the road again
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| These words live!
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| let's tell them
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| What are these eyes saying!
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| Rap Genius Turkey |