| There is nothing
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| No education
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| No family life to open my arms to
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| You’d say that my job is today, yet gone tomorrow
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| I’ll be broke in a gutter
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| I know the opinion
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| A broken record
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| Fuck you and your college dream
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| Fact is we’re stronger than all
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| You’re working for perfect bodies
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| Perfect minds and perfect neighbors
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| But I’m helping to legalize dope on your pristine streets
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| And I’m making a fortune
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| You’re muscle and gall
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| Naive at best
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| I’m bone, brain and cock
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| Deep down stronger than all
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| A sad state of affairs
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| A crippled America
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| A pipe dream
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| Buttfucked
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| Immune
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| Stronger than all
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| Lament for a rookie officer, punk ass weak little lamb
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| For the mob, truly, does rule at this particular time
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| We’ve grown into a monster
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| An arrogant, explosive motherfuck
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| Hard as a rock, shut like a lock
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| The president in submission
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| He holds out his hand on your television and
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| Draws back a stump
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| It’s too late for some, far too late
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| Far too late!
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| No more holdbacks
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| No more paying a cops paycheck
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| Let him bust his own child
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| The son that heeds my word and smokes my dope
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| The daughter that sucks me off and snorts cheap anything
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| Hail kings
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| The new Kings
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| Stronger than all
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| A simple process to legalize
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| There would not be a choice but to take our side
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| Be there no question of certain strengths
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| Know this intention
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| Forever stronger than all, stronger than all |