| Lie down, fair one, and come away
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| Till the rain is over and gone
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| G-G-Gimme the beat now (Face the music)
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| Lead line (Face the music)
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| If the air is a little thick in this room tonight
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| I reckon it’s the result of an onslaught of separatist rookies
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| Overcome by this colorful sight
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| Talking so fast that even they
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| Talking so fast that even they
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| Don’t know what they mean
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| Of all the things that base a rhyme
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| How is it that you every time
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| Regurgitate the racist lines that keep us apart?
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| Thank God this ain’t Monopoly
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| You’d make us all go back to start
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| Race
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| In the space I mark human (Face the music)
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| Race
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| Face the music
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| We all bones when we dead
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| Race
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| In the space I mark human (Face the music)
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| Cut me, cut you
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| Both the blood is red
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| I gotcha
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| Race
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| Race
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| Check it
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| Three seats over there’s a lady black
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| Entrusted to her care is a little white girl
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| And the fact of the matter is
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| Before her mama or another kid at school
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| Tells her about the fallacy that one race rules over the other
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| She’d be a much-better-off-left fool (Face the music)
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| If we never heard about the evils that those before us committed
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| Then how my dear, tell me now how my dear, tell me now how now would we know
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| And then the band say
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| Race
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| In the space I mark human (Face the music)
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| Race
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| Face the music
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| We all bones when we dead
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| Race
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| In the space I mark human (Face the music)
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| Cut me, cut you
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| Both the blood is red
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| I gotcha
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| D-d-down with H-I-S-T-O-R-Y and all this BS propagandi
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| Keepin you from me and me from you as we grow
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| I don’t wanna know (I don’t wanna know)
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| Why those before us hated each other
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| I’d rather believe they never did
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| I’d rather believe (I'd rather, I’d rather believe)
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| That there’s hope for a kid
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| And if he imitates the best
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| I guess that’s what I’ll try to be
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| And I will let the rest dissolve with my guitar underneath the sea
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| Race
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| In the space I mark human (Face the music)
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| Race
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| Face the music
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| We all bones when we dead
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| Race
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| In the space I mark human (Face the music)
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| Cut me, cut you
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| Both the blood is red
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| Get it?
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| Got it |