| We don’t need no pain
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| So wash them tears away
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| And though we bleed the same (Ooh, yeah)
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| So, now, wash them tears away
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| Said, we don’t need no pain
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| Seven steps to heaven, but you’re trippin' on the first one
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| Mama bawl out when the bullet hit her first son
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| Tired of this world, think we need another version
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| Too many bombs and military incursions
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| This is our prayer for the ones that been muted
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| Deaf to our cryin', can’t fix it with no Q-Tip
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| Everybody choosin' desires over beauty
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| Evil is bloomin' and money’s where it’s rooted
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| So spread your wings and get ready to fly
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| To a place where pain is just a memory, yeah
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| Said it’s no biggie and I’m ready to die
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| The grave digger of them space that they send me to
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| So just listen to me properly, with me, I’ll tell you this
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| Get it in your head, said assistance is thought for prejudice
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| When we warrin', the rich man seek the benefit
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| Them no business 'bout the blood that we’re sheddin' it
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| We don’t need no pain
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| So wash them tears away
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| And though we bleed the same
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| So, now, wash them tears away
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| Father, I’m still sorry
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| Sorry I ain’t on and off
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| All that I see is war here
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| There’s bombs where the kids are growin' up
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| Bullets keep you awake
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| She couldn’t wash out the stains, oh, Lord
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| There’s blood on the leaves again
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| And if only I was never changed
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| And father, we’re still hungry
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| Starvin' with no clear way out
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| All that I see’s money
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| The money don’t hear you callin' out
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| Bullets keep you awake
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| She couldn’t wash out the stains, oh, Lord (Oh-oh-oh)
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| Pray your wings take you away
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| Said we don’t need no pain (No pain)
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| So wash them tears away (Away)
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| And though we bleed the same
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| So, now, wash them tears away (Away, away)
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| Said we don’t need no pain
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| Ninety-nine problems, L is not an option
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| Heart got colder, goose came custom
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| Wolf, sheep clothin', still can’t trust 'em
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| Who fell, Grenfell, what that cost 'em?
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| They said change was gon' come (Huh?)
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| Change for who? |
| Change for why?
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| Been worked hard, I’ve had enough now
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| I need none of this here when I touch down
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| Youngers wilding, death toll rising
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| Young, them violent, no surprise when
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| Youth club shut down, funding cut down
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| Police cut down, who helps us now?
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| They can never penetrate the passion
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| Or the pedigree
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| Thick skin, that gon' get me smilin'
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| Through the jealousy
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| Distance, took the longer road
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| 'Cause I was meant for this
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| Well, we don’t need no pain (We don’t need no pain, no)
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| So wash them tears away (We don’t need no pain, no)
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| And though we bleed the same
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| So, now, wash them tears away |