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(Sendin' this one out...) |
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All right, yo, yo yo... |
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My wounded eyes seen through the lies, many soon to die |
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Who am I? A student, I study to survive |
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Wounded eyes seen through the lies, many soon to die |
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Who am I? A student. |
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I'm listening to the music of the countryside circling the city for the victory |
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Liquor shop philosophy: scary, but necessary |
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Pops was a military man, and seein' what it did to him and fam, it was never in my plans |
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My method is one hand open and one fisted, skin burnt like the sun kissed it |
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Consistently committed to community-building, they could never put the theory into practice |
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Who are they to be illin'? I made a killing, not for profit but respect |
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And unless it's for a benefit you better cut the check |
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Dude, compensations for the blood and the sweat, see I do for my people cause I love 'em to death. |
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In my geography, you gotta be smart, boss, it's crucial |
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Paranoid, don't smoke as much as I used to |
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Even more broke than before we made music, but maybe one day we'll get through it. |
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Now, my wounded eyes seen through the lies, many soon to die |
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Who am I? A student, I study to survive |
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Wounded eyes seen through the lies, many soon to die |
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Who am I? A student, I study to survive. |
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Wounded eyes seen through the lies, many brutalized |
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So we rise and fight for the future we strive |
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Wounded eyes seen through the lies, many soon to die |
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Who am I? A student. |
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Observing my environment to see contradictions in concrete conditions |
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Evidence we're living in an obsolete system, poverty-stricken, folks constantly livin' hope |
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American dreams danglin' from a rope, I got folks working in the public school sector |
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Who lose one youth to death per semester, I guess the cost of living is going up |
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While the chance of living is going down, what the fuck is the basis? |
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I'm saying never no more, the solution for the poor, recruit 'em for the war |
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They kicked in the door, waving the .45 cal, one million died, I survived, now alive |
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I reside where the struggle and the hustle coincide, and this moment in time, a shift in the tide |
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Get the blindfold lifted from your eyes, and see what we see, and stop pretending it's all right man |
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My wounded eyes seen through the lies, many soon to die |
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Who am I? A student, I study to survive |
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Wounded eyes seen through the lies, many soon to die |
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Who am I? A student, I study to survive. |
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Wounded eyes seen through the lies, many brutalized |
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So we rise and we fight for the future we strive |
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Wounded eyes seen through the lies, many soon to die |
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Who am I? Who am I ya'll? |
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(I'm sending this one out...) |
