| Home from work to an open front door
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| Belongings scattered all along the floor
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| Did I get robbed? |
| Better check what’s gone
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| The drawers pulled out televisions on
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| Chairs tipped over and tables flipped
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| The lamps broken and the couch is ripped
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| Knick knacks once stacked sit strewn along
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| The tile and files collect in messy piles
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| See a single sheet of paper with a emblem
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| Amongst the bedlam on the door to my bedroom
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| Looks official — notarized
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| I surmise this letter comes from «the good guys»
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| But why? |
| I ain’t done dirt in months
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| I gave the game away to keep these stunts
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| Away from me away from her away from us
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| Thought my past was ash and dust
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| Read it closer it seems contention
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| Isn’t with me — not even mentioned
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| It seems my girls been being sneaky
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| Downloading new episodes of shows weekly
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| From channels that we don’t pay for so now
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| The FBT came and shut her down
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| But prison time and jail for some shows?
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| Seems farfetched but that’s how it goes
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| Who hasn’t downloaded a photo?
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| An album? |
| Anime from Kyoto?
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| That you shouldn’t have — games, apps up for grabs
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| On the internet: zips, tars, rars and cabs
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| Does it even feel like stealin'
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| When youre only two clicks away from straight peeling
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| Anything your heart desires any format
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| Through these wires and right past your doormat?
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| I must admit it’s a bit
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| Impersonal to receive or transmit
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| The human beings behind the screens
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| Dehumanized by these new machines
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| Naked celebrities for the taking
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| Pilfered by dubious means for news making
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| Or an artists brand new creation
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| Stolen and get no compensation
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| Where’s the line drawn? |
| Bad intentions?
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| When you share those files on high-speed connections?
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| When you target innocent users
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| By stealing files off their home computers?
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| What about cracking corporations
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| Or infiltrating uplinked nations?
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| Don’t have to argue what’s legal
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| But not all crimes created equal
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| Scattered on the floor
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| Papers disks and drawers
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| All of the things
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| Notes up on the door
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| Government at war
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| Pulling the strings
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| A brave new world where every action
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| Shared amongst those control what’s happening
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| Arbitrarily enforce the rules
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| Armed with the best surveillance tools
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| And you can’t catch terrorists or kill tyrants
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| Just drug busts and software pirates
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| Seems like a waste of the greatest net
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| Cast over the oceans deepest depths
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| Cuz in this game can’t tell combatants
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| From all the civilians in private practice
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| Easy to frame control or contain
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| With the narrative beaming to your brain
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| Through fear uncertainty it’s no doubt
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| Why we need protections rolled out
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| Or so says the powers that be profusely
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| Convinced every criminal fierce as Bruce Lee
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| Truth is everyone has potential
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| To be subversive, crack and go mental
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| So they keep all that data central
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| And say its safety-essential
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| Some see this hypocrisy and do nothing
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| Slacktivists move wrists and click buttons
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| Get behind a cause to change the laws
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| But don’t have all the brains or half the balls
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| Some soldiers who sit behind the walls
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| Of prison risked their lives for vision
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| Sacrificed themselves in position
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| To fight this inquisition
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| But the casualties of guilt admission
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| Are never to be forgiven
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| And casualties like my girl in contrition
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| Still a welcome addition |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scattered , by - YTCracker. Song from the album Introducing Neals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп