| We can place the blame, but it stays the same
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| Remain in chains as we pray for change
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| Make us all forget about the basic things
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| Like this place I been where the lakes and streams
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| Connect as one body of an ancient being
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| And let the suns hot beams wake your dreaming
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| Embrace the feeling, taste the freedom
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| Replace the seedlings that we take from Eden
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| Cuz they grow to become what we’re make-believing
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| And our souls will be numb if we take this beating
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| Harass your brain with aspertain, MacDonald’s beef, and acid rain
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| Don’t follow sheep, unlash the gates, and we’ll all fall asleep
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| And pass away
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| My policy’s to relax and play, cuz we’ll all be free in the last of days
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| Scenes in the withering rain
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| Seem like a sad movie’s refrain
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| But tame moments in a life obscure
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| Despite the blur I reply «affirmative sir!»
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| My head to the pleasure of clouds
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| In an effort to move the crowds
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| Wipe sweat from my weathered brow
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| Better reload the tank and crank it to loud
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| Smell the daffodils lying in the grasses
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| Under shrapment of a cold-blooded fascist
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| Pay your taxes, release from laxatives
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| Stuck in class living life like a masicus
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| Travel the caverns within a psycho babble
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| Just words from the herds 'a grazing cattle
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| Fuck it
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| Change the channel shift the tides
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| Shake the lives of those who don’t abide
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| We work, we breathe we eat we sleep the earth
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| The trees we need ta keep observe then breathe in deep
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| To speak these words
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| We work we breathe we eat we sleep the earth
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| The trees we need ta keep observe then breathe in deep
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| To speak these words
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| These words
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| I was born, a child of his own, sworn to exile and a broken home
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| Dysfunctional prone, I come on like so?
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| All alone and own the throne through the unknown
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| Now if only the sun, shined on my sill
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| I might of cherished love and follow my free will
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| The evil within, cuz people live in sin
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| Yo we’re like «mine a' kin’s don’t manage a grin»
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| I cannot defend, or even pretend
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| I like the trend of this life again
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| So I fight with my pen to enlighten a friend
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| Niggas by my right to spy to my defend
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| And even light can bend I’m type to condemn
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| And every cent we spend can prevent the end
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| Extend my hand and defend the plan
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| We can mend the dam if we understand
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| Don’t you want more from a lifetime of toil
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| Than a pension plan, an pipelines 'a oil?
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| The right kinda soil, love the earth and grass
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| Learn the different between old birch and ash
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| Most working class folks are getting raw
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| Every fed-end bob’s got dead-end job
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| Go to school for degrees, pay your dues and fees
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| Diploma on your wall but still short on rent
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| See you choose to believe all the news that you read
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| Think you know it all but feel sort of empty
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| Mortal men bleed and live a cruel joke
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| While resorts for MC’s get ridiculed most
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| These lyrics show quote ain’t false alarms
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| It’s a call to arms, from the mall to farms
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| Small or large, we’re all part of the rhythm
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| We’re all in charge of this garden we’re given
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| We work, we breathe we eat we sleep the earth
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| The trees we need ta keep observe then breathe in deep
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| To speak these words
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| We work we breathe we eat we sleep the earth
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| The trees we need ta keep observe then breathe in deep
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| To speak these words
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| These words
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| We work
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| We breathe
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| We eat
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| We sleep
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| The earth
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| The trees
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| We need
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| To keep
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| Observe
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| Then breathe
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| In deep
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| To speak
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| These words
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| These words
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| These words
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| These words |