| Can you hear what I say am I talking to myself shall I say it again
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| People want more, lies getting old they been told before
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| Try someone new, try something fresh re-write the rules
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| Keep your daily mail cause daily my male friend’s lose
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| Trying to feed their kids, their dreams get bruised
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| Don’t know these politicians are preaching too
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| Must be blind, as they usually do
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| But I’m 20/20 I’m so old school
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| I woke up lean, swagger of rasta, don’t smoke green, but I rap the track up
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| Puff puff past the pagans we have to
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| Let’s just get it done why wait for the rapture
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| I was dreaming I was flying this morning
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| When I woke up I had soaked up the feeling
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| So I’m a telling 'em
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| You can’t clip these wings, you can’t clip them listen
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| Any styles that you bring I dismiss them
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| Don’t let catch a fire these words will make granny clutch her pearls
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| Heaven is here, I ain’t waiting for death I’m getting mines here on earth
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| This revolution seems to be being played out on our T.V. screens
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| Listen closely you can hear the president running away screaming
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| People getting free, is a must bound to happen eventually
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| Oppression makes anger, anger is heat
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| Burning up inside your belly
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| Heavy to deal with can’t hold it steady let it go
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| It’s hardly a surprise really they should know
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| People they want justice, and it shows
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| Is the only way to go the way it is going
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| I was dreaming I was flying this morning
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| When I woke up I had soaked up the feeling
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| So I’m a telling 'em
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| You can’t clip these wings, you can’t clip them listen
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| Any styles that you bring I dismiss them
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| Realism verse |