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Class in session,what, is, democracy? |
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Yo it's the rule of the people, the self rule |
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It's what the people want |
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That's right, but is this a democracy? |
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Nah, democracy is a goal to be attained |
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That's right, the character of the people should be reflected |
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In the laws and the institution of the state |
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Pssh, I don't see my character reflected, tell me |
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Why are all the schools, they fallin' apart? |
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And why the youth not takin' no musical art? |
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And why the professionals really don't know where to start? |
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No, one, really, cares, about |
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Why the people ain't trustin' the law and the order |
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And why the hookers from 70's look like our daughters? |
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And why the radio station they help with the slaughter? |
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No, one, really, cares, about |
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The mind, they usin' until it's time they doin' a rhyme |
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Will ruin what you doin' if you crime pursuin' |
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Let me tell you 'bout gettin' your family out the mean ghetto |
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To green meadows where you can finally be settled |
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That street level, freak level, pullin' out heat level |
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Eatin' meat level, deceit level, that's that beast level |
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You gotta stand upright in a house with three levels |
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Where you don't even see devils |
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Unless he shovels the snow |
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Many philosophers live on the low |
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Never crazy hazy or lazy we get up and go |
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Whaddya know, |
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I'm always teaching after the show |
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Not messin' with hoes, |
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I'm with my wife, changin' my clothes |
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Blowin' my nose, deliverin' blows to foes |
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With new flows, then disappear where nobody knows |
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Cause I got too many questions, too many lessons |
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I gotta go, too many people stressin' but |
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I gotta know |
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Why these officers gunnin' us down on our block? |
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And why the |
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President never steps in on these cops? |
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And why the mayor don't even look like he in shock? |
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No, one, really, cares, about |
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Why the call of the poor is always ignored? |
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And why the senators governors breakin' the law? |
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And why they taxin' and taxin' and taxin' the poor? |
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No one really cares about |
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You, me or themselves you can tell, they livin' in hell |
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But they come on the |
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TV lookin' so swell |
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Sellin' you dreams of schemes of you gettin' green and cream |
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But they never explain the work and all it means |
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You got to visualize, close the lid on your eyes |
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And visualize, minimize lies |
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See yourself bigger in size, quicker to rise up |
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Wise up climb up, before your time's up but |
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Why are all the schools, they fallin' apart? |
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And why the youth not takin' no musical art? |
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And why the professionals really don't know where to start? |
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No, one, really, cares, about |
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Why the people ain't trustin' the law and the order |
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And why the hookers from 70's look like our daughters? |
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And why the radio station they help with the slaughter? |
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No, one, really, cares, about |
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The votesThat's right |
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The politics |
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That's right |
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The government you know |
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Uh-huh, people basically have the government they want |
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If people felt dissed, they'd be out rebellin' right now |
