| It’s been a few years now — we’re going strong
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| We’ve been through a lot of good and bad
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| Some gave up — they had no heart
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| For you and me — this world won’t tear us apart
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| From the East Coast to the West Coast
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| Inside myself I can hear the screams
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| The style — all over
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| It may be different — but in our hearts — it’s all the same
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| Don’t forget the struggle
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| Don’t forget the streets
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| Don’t forget your roots
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| And don’t sell out!
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| What the fuck has happened to you?
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| You think you’re a rock star — you’re trapped inside a cage
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| You’re ego trip has brainwashed you — you forgot the past
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| Now your future won’t last
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| It won’t last
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| Street kids had your back right from the start
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| Played your music day and night
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| For what you stood for, they wouldeven fight
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| Now your eyes have turned fire redto money green
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| They’ve turned fire red to money green Never give in to any of their fuckin shit
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| From the East Coast to the West Coast
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| Inside myself I can hear the screams
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| The style all over
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| It may be different, but in our hearts it’s all the same
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| I can hear the screams
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| Inside myself I can hear the screams! |