| Every official that comes in Cripples us leaves us maimed
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| Silent and tamed
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| And with our flesh and bones
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| He builds his homes
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| Southern fist
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| Rise through tha jungle mist
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| Clenched to smash power so cancerous
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| A black flag and a red star
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| A rising sun loomin' over Los Angeles
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| 'Cause for Raza livin in La La
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| Is like Gaza on to tha dawn of Intifada
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| Reach for tha lessons tha masked pass on And seize tha metropolis
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| It’s you that it’s built on Everything can change on a new years day
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| As everything changed on new years day
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| Everything can change on a new years day
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| As everything changed on new years day
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| War within a breath
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| It’s land or death
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| Their existence is a crime
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| Their seat their robe their tie
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| Their land deeds
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| Their hired guns
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| They’re tha crime
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| Shots heard underground round tha rapture
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| Tha world’s eye captured
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| At last in a Mexican pasture
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| Tha masked screaming land or death
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| Within a breath
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| A war from tha depth of time
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| Who shot four puppet governors in a line
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| Who shook all tha world bankers
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| Who think they can rhyme
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| Shot tha landlords who knew it was mine
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| Yes a war from tha depth of time
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| Everything can change on a new years day
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| As everything changed on new years day
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| Everything can change on a new years day
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| As everything changed on new years day
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| War within a breath
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| It’s land or death |