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Go as a luxury pass on to the middle class |
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Why are poor paying pounds for the broken glass |
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And as we point our fingers we turn our backs |
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We can't accept each other and that's a matter of fact |
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And doctor who do you shoot |
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Youths or one boy |
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Ever since the day you've seen the rich get you |
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Children you won't need to get a part of it |
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Broke away from the grape and this all started it |
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So you won't stay or take a drug at all |
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'cause you know you're so susceptible |
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They turn and get you, now you're full of hate |
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You can't accept it, now you're in an irate state |
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This is wrecks-n-effects and I shake up their flex |
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They got techs break their necks |
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And their building their reps |
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Who the boos |
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Who to choose how they wearin' the shoes |
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In army I enlist and takin' a piss |
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Certain things I have seen |
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So I'm lookin' to grieve |
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Powers usually runnin' |
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They're buyin' the buildings |
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And then they sell |
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At least a bell and they're breakin' 'em down |
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My life to the rocks |
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Livin' in a shoebox |
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Social security |
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They like the poor in me |
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Bring out the whore in me |
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Then knock the door on me |
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Cheap tricks don't like chicks |
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And I'm rubbin' their hips |
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Who the boos |
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Who to choose how they wearin' the shoes |
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It was a long time ago and started to grow |
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Forest fire earned and sent me afrocentric negroes |
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So I juxtapose |
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This goes out to those |
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Who turned up their nose a long time ago |
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Now I flex upon a rhythm cushion tempo |
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I flex upon a rhythm cushion tempo |
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So open your mind |
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If you feel you could go |
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Clean out your ears well |
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While I clear my throat |
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The vital ingredient, the antidote |
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Willy wee flex like some other one |
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It's a feelin' that I get sometimes |
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When I'm lyin' in my bed sometimes |
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Black cloud in my head sometimes |
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Intoxicating my mind, my mind |
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It's not that I wanna die |
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Baby just that I wanna fly |
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But this feelin' that I get sometimes |
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I could sever all ties, all ties |
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Hate the color of my skin sometimes |
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Hates to see what I see sometimes |
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So how can I ever win my time |
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I was sold on the other side |
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'cause a wasted life is no such thing |
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There's no such thing as a wasted life |
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'cause life is death and death is life |
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And these here thoughts are not a crime |
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One day is forever, forever is a day |
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It's so fucking easy to throw it all away |
