| You send me to orbit but you shoot me down
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| You bury my name underneath the ground
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| This land of the free doesn’t mean anything
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| You bargain for life, for a silver coin you plead
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| much too far (much too far)
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| Looking for a righteous man but we choose to be gods
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| Mercy, she left us long ago
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| But I know there is one we still call a hope
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| Your power and pistols
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| Oh, that’s all you know
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| Power and pistols, yeah
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| Power and pistols
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| That’s all you know
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| Power and pistols, yeah
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| Greedy little finger, you rob and you kill
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| Yeah, well, you still got the nerve to call me a nigga? |
| Uh
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| This holy grail you’ve placed on your head
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| You seek life, but you also seek death
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| much too far (much too far)
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| Looking for a righteous man but we choose to be gods
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| Mercy, she left a long time ago
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| But I know there’s one that we still call a hope
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| Your power and pistols
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| (Power and pistols)
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| Power and pistols, yeah
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| Power and pistols
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| That’s all you know
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| Power and pistols
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| Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
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| Oh, you break me down, down to my roots
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| Ah… |