| At school the choices I made
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| Were rock and roll bands
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| And getting good grades
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| But brains and wearing all black
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| To some of these guys
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| It’s like a red flag
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| The taste of anyone’s fist
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| Is not a good vibe, or something I’ve missed
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| I was intimidated, assaulted, and for what?
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| I hope they choke…
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| Shrugged off the shit in my youth
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| Like growing up pains or losing a tooth
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| But it’s not a matter of age
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| They’re everywhere
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| These people don’t change
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| When I was in New York
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| A woman tried to start a fight with me
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| Because she thought I was Jewish
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| And somehow it felt wrong to tell her the truth — that I wasn’t
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| And I pray to God she chokes…
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| You’re going home in a fucking ambulance…
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| I once saw a man
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| With blood on his face
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| From beating up black kids
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| And I could hardly breathe
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| Your race, your faith
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| Or just your clothes incite
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| They drink and they fight
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| It’s not safe out tonight
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| Your race, your faith
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| Or just your clothes incite
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| They drink and they fight
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| So don’t go out tonight, don’t!
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| If your mum and dad
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| Hit you as a child
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| I feel sad for you
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| But that’s no excuse for it
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| Who says it’s okay
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| To behave in this way?
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| I can’t help but feel it’s us
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| For the sake of our own skin
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| We walk away, and it’s like we all say
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| «That's alright, it’s alright, it’s alright…»
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| I wish I had the guts
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| To stand up for myself
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| And for the others as well
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| Against these fuckers
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| Choke… |