| Sha la la la la la
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| Live for today
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| I wake up, put the brush to my busted teeth
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| Day one of these lucky luxuries
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| Now I wake up whenever it comforts me
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| Sit down on the train on a dusty seat
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| Into the city where they hustle, cheat
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| Just to eat a more supple meat
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| Why pay for the cow when the tongue’s for free
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| I’mma save the world so my first son can see
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| Might find the door but never touch the key
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| They get tricked by slick Mike Huckabee
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| All my old ways now seeming dumb to me
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| But you’d have probably done the same when you was young as me
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| I’m taking every shot til the buzzer beeps
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| And touching every base til I scuff my cleats
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| Been nice since I was in dungarees
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| So when it’s all said and done, I’mma fuck and feast
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| And we walk
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| And we fall
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| And we all
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| Must live for today
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| Now I used to play with them little army men
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| Until I really learned what an army meant
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| Got fans that are uniformed guardians
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| And they all got family that longs for them
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| I don’t wanna hear another word from Barack
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| Til he turns up the clock and brings them home
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| They’re needed more here
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| Where the people don’t fear the next moment something explodes
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| And we’re still torturing; |
| damn, it feels fraudulent
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| To lie that we more righteous than the people that we war against
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| The audience is partying with all the best intoxicants
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| As their fellow humans smell the fumes of dead and rotten flesh
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| So I go to sleep, then open each
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| My eyes to find that no one seems
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| To care about the slowly creeping
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| Ocean sea that’s growing deeper
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| Oh, you just be hating Soul
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| Cause they’re too cold like the H2O
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| Where the glaciers float
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| Wait, wait, where’d the glaciers go?
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| Never mind -- your brain’s too slow
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| Sorry if I’m not believing
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| What you taught to stop the heathens
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| And really, if there’s karma
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| Why did they leave Gandhi bleeding?
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| I ain’t trapped within the lines of any kind of palm you reading
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| This is my life, and I’mma live it like I’ve always dreamed it
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| My vision of a just society is that every person
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| Every small child should have the same chance to reach their full potential
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| To me, that’s the American dream, that’s the goodness of our country
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| But we have still a fairly long ways to go
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| For our country to really live up to that promise
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| If we’re gonna have the kind of change in our country
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| That’ll make the United States of America a better America
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| I guarantee you, it’s gonna be the results of much more grassroots politics
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| Much more grassroots leadership development
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| Much more of a voice from people from the neighborhoods and the community |