| Growing up in a world… of hatred
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| A world of self-hatred
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| Starvation. |
| Self-starvation
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| Control. |
| Self-control
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| Obsession
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| Alright!
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| I grew up on some hardcore rap shit battle
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| Spit, back to back — fuck the wack shit
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| It was all gangsta rap and political black power
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| Once a week I’d tape radio’s rap hour
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| Way before I thought about a hidden agenda
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| I was hatin my white skin and hatin my gender
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| Didn’t wanna represent rapists and murderers
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| The white man’s burden is not what you heard it is
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| It ain’t about a mission to christian the heathens
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| But it’s connected to that vision of us as superior
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| Beings
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| And the world’s darkest history
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| His story is my story it ain’t no mystery
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| Why our children seeking chemical relief
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| Infected by our parents' old cynical beliefs
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| Inherited like a genetical disease
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| Somebody help me please man I wanna be released!
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| Come on!
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| I can’t carry the weight I can’t bear the burden
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| My heritage’s too heavy for my shoulders
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| Can’t bury the hate it bubble up to the surface
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| And history repeat itself all over
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| Can’t carry the weight I can’t bear the burden
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| My heritage’s too heavy for my shoulders
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| I can’t bury the hate it bubble up to the surface
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| Now listen…
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| Man I grew up in a little ass middle class town
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| In the middle of nowhere, bitter and so scared
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| And just like everybody else I was hiding it well
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| Some couldn’t keep it inside, well they were either in
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| Jail
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| Or searching for life in the bottles and pills
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| Some tried, then commited suicide when it failed
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| Cause when the black cloud’s filling your lungs
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| You don’t need to speak German to know the meaning of
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| Angst
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| The hate, the blame, the razor blades
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| The sedatives are your only relatives
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| We take the blame for the grave mistakes
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| And we cannot live with our lonely heritage
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| And you might feel like I ain’t grateful thinkin' I’m
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| Bitchin'
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| Cus I supposedly got it all but my skin is like itchin
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| And as the bread of sorrow fills my belly
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| I chew and swallow, but still feel empty cause…
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| I can’t carry the weight I can’t bear the burden
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| My heritage’s too heavy for my shoulders
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| Can’t bury the hate it bubble up to the surface
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| And history repeat itself all over
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| Can’t carry the weight I can’t bear the burden
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| My heritage’s too heavy for my shoulders
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| I can’t bury the hate it bubble up to the surface
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| Now listen…
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| As our children growin up in a white supremacy
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| I ain’t waiting for the backlash I fight the legacy
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| Cus it seems like they got another wolf-owitz
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| For wolf-ensohn and both of which
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| Are from the wolf pack tuggin' at our rear
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| Together with hawks, eagle, dragon and the bear
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| Slightly changed terminology but the same old
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| Philosophy
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| This time their atrocities in the name of democracy
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| For the savages that haven’t yet squired
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| The wisdom then I stop — think, who am I in this
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| System?
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| It fucks me up when I’m thinking it through
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| Then I cheer up cause I’m thinking of you
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| And if you can love me, I can love me
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| We can change, we can fight the ugly
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| And you gave me these… I hear your words
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| When I speak cause you ease and you share my burden
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| And I can carry the weight when we share the burden
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| Ain’t nothing that’s too heavy for my shoulders
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| We can conquer the hate we bring it up to the surface
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| And listen to what history done told us
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| I can carry the weight when we share the burden
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| Ain’t nothing that’s too heavy for my shoulders
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| We can conquer the hate we bring it up to the surface
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| And listen to what history done told us |