| You got no place to complain about those angry days
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| There’s no fight and no war, but you’re still left under par
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| It’s a sign of the times, there aren’t no equal rights
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| You have trouble with decision, so you’re pointing the blame
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| Think of what you are, don’t stand this accusation
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| You’ll never get rest, cause there ain’t no fast redemption
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| Worst than you think, more than you ever thought
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| And you’re up to your neck and you keep on being fashioned
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| This is not fad, it’s an emotional breakdown
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| And that’s how you’re gonna feel, when your nerves call this shutdown
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| You’re not gonna fight, you’re not gonna rebel
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| Disease is in your face, and it’s worse than Latrell Sprewell!
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| So you’re down with the truth and you take it on the youth
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| Got no plan no morals and an empty self esteem
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| It’s a sign of the times, there ain’t no equal rights
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| You have trouble with decision, so you’re pointing the blame
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| Don’t break your arm with a slap, tryin' a throw down
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| You’ll wind up on your back, wishing you just had your face down
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| It’s shun certified, the palm is on your blind side
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| This is what you get, when you beg for fast redemption
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| You got no place to complain about those angry days
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| There’s no fight and no war, but you’re still left under par
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| It’s a sign of the times, there aren’t no equal rights
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| You have trouble with decision |