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(Here we are) |
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(Here we are) |
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(Here we are) |
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Now from the longest to the shortest 24 in a year, |
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From the verses to the chorus you've been longing to hear |
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The talk, story transmitted through verses, we persevered |
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We the presently last and future first from the spear |
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To the slingshot, we rock upon the solid rock of granite |
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We stand over the plan to hold the weapon with the fist and heal it with an open hand |
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Feelin' focused on the promise of a liberated land and I'm just a simple man |
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Gettin' caught crossin' the fire, |
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More often than not the fire crosses us, |
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And the cross is on fire |
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We martyrs it's not enough it's been time to dig and find the diamonds in the rough |
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And then refine them into weapons to cut up the belly open 'til we all fall out |
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'Cause the end of what it was is what it is right now |
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It's a great leap forward kinda different from Mao |
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Still drop it on the one like elevators to the ground |
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Now it's the turning of the page to the second chapter |
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A tragedy and comedy so cue the blood and the laughter |
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To survivors of economic and natural disasters livin' for the right here and not the here after |
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A handful of tracks each a snapshot to capture the trials and tribulations |
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And smiles since you've been waiting a while |
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We graduated in style, congratulations people of the word gather |
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Thank you all for your patience |