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The rule of Allah is God's equality |
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Desire for my brothers the same as I desire for me |
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But when my brothers stay physically and mentally trapped in a cage |
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My heart fills up with what? Rage! |
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The rule of Allah is God's equality |
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Desire for my brothers the same as I desire for me |
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But when my brothers stay dying of everything else but old age |
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My heart fills up with what? Rage!(x3) |
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Against the machine that come in between |
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Me and my other mothers siblings |
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That's caught up in the green and things |
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That you can get beyond food, comfy clothes, and a home |
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And so the streets they roam without a civilized dome |
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To realize that the traps is set |
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Hounds is loose, pigs is juiced |
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To put another neck in a noose |
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Without a second to lose |
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So powers abused and brothers are bruised |
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The devil's amused as squad cars cruise through |
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Ghetto's, where governments hold |
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Everything that you own to a level where your poverty prone |
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So half of us will sell whatever it takes to make papes |
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While the other half are customers with hopes to escape |
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As they hallucinate sealing our fate |
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Despite the fact that your legacy's great |
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They'd rather sit home and wait |
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While the means to survive and thrive are shut down |
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So those that know wrong but can't afford right |
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Say what now |
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Against my babies fake educators |
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The lieutenants to the legislators that hate us |
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Consistently fade since our traders betrayed us |
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With the sadist plot to decimate and degrade us |
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Before we old enough to be first graders |
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Putting pins in my babies heads |
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He could have grown to be physically thoroughbred |
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But mentally dead |
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They hide the lies in the books that were meant to be read |
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In the schools that either ignore em or can't afford em |
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Now the bigger they come the harder they fall |
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But the younger they fall the harder it gets to stand tall |
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Cause the blind mans deaf son |
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Will be the dumb father of a blind child |
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Saying to hell with them all |
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With no family ties |
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So the next man's family cries |
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At the funeral cause somebody tries |
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The wrong brother with the wrong nine doing the long time |
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Where he learns that he committed the wrong crime in the first place |
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(Bust this) |
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He need to point the same gun |
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At the criminally insane justice |
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System that dissed him and kissed him goodbye |
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From the start |
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Cause his world view was based on a lie |
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The rule of Allah is God's equality |
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Desire for my brothers the same as I desire for me |
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But when a fight breaks out |
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Everytime there's some hip hop on stage |
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My heart fills up with what? Rage! |
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The rule of Allah is God's equality |
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Desire for my brothers the same as I desire for me |
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But when you talk trash like you hard |
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But your heart pumps lemonade |
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My heart fills up with what? Rage! |
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When it's war time and you don't know where to throw the grenade |
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My heart fills up with what? Rage! |
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When my babies said role models fall victim on the front page |
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My heart fills up with what? Rage! |
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When my brothers stay physically and mentally trapped in a cage |
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My heart fills up with what? Rage! |
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When my brothers stay dying of everything else but old age |
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My heart fills up with what? Rage! |
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My heart fills up with what? Rage! |
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My heart fills up with what? Rage! |
