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I'm sitting in my roo in your prison doin' time |
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bars on my windows 'cause you got so good at crime |
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standing on the corner with nothing in your head |
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shirt on your back and a gun in your pants |
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thinking you're the man but you're only a stand in |
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standing in line to be the next bad guy |
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I see what you do when you use what you got |
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but what do you do when you do what you want |
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you're so civilized, you get brutalized |
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you're so civilized, man: I watch you get hurt down |
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getting your mind off some guy's record |
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he makes his money off fools like you |
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singing about killing like it ain't no thing but |
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you do the time when you live it for real |
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paying his way from your death row cell |
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you're the last 1 to see, you got sold out |
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I hear you say you hate pigs so much then |
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why the hell do you act like 1 |
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I wonder what you're like without the gun |
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I'd like to see when you're not hiding behind the gun |
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how you've lived your life without the gun |
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'cause I know how I lived mine |
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because you got one, yeah, 'cause that's what it is |
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you hide behind your gun |
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you take life, you're just another pig to me |
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you think you're different but you're just another pig |
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yeah, a pig, yeah |
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you gotta have a gun then you're just another pig to me |
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you think you're different but you're just another pig |
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you gotta have a gun, you'rea pig to me, just a pig to me |
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you gotta have a gun, you're just another pig to me |
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you got a gun, you're just anothe rpig |
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a gun in your hand makes a fool out of you, oh yeah |
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a gun in your hand makes a target out of me, oh no |
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freedom, you ain't no freedom, you want your freedom, |
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your freedom is killing you man, freedom |
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you can't handle your freedom, hey |
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and now you're dying for it |
