| All the promises get made
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| I’m under the road they paved
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| I hope it’s worth the rent you pay
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| Too low to take the high way
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| They googlin, ooglin ruins
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| Brewing ensuing illusions
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| Of tree farms
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| New cars
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| Whole foods
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| Sports bars
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| Where nobodies pants’ll be saggin
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| Don’t let nobody with hats in
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| Don’t drink the water we frackin
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| They paid; |
| why not be happy?
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| Kidnapped the sap and we napping
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| Don’t question how we get backing
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| Corporate interests are something
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| That we should never be lacking
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| Don’t need us here so a cell
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| Is perfect since freedom’s for sale
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| And slavery’s over but hell
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| A field’s not as clean as a jail
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| They parachute in contenders
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| They gentrification vendors
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| RFP for images rendered
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| Capitalistic ventures
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| Frisking and searching and seizing
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| Red cuz the budget that’s bleeding
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| Readin how their farms could be feeding
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| But all they can get is a meeting
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| Boot on the neck of the lamb
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| Ruthless killer; |
| son of sam
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| Wham bam ma’am
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| Now you in a jam with the deed
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| Coming up short like a dwarf in capris
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| Next door, they in the same skillet
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| They cheat the deck and then deal it
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| They own the news so they chillin
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| Turn my neighbors to villains
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| Buffalo Plaid and henley
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| Welcome them cuz they gentry
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| Hard bangs speak gently
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| Yo art get no entry
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| I rent but they own that
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| They white but still like rap
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| That zeitgeist they roadmap
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| We off punk we on trap
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| I’m broke but the bank’s got some dough they loan me tho
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| Goldman Sachs, JP Morgan the new colonial
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| Powers, get all the welfare that they wanna
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| Does that make them John Smith? |
| Does that make me Pocahontas? |