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As i look up at the sky, |
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I wonder why my momma always cried, |
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Was it for how fast we lived and died? |
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Or because we never got our piece of the pie? |
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Busting at the seams, the american dream, |
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Like meth said cream, boulevard of broken dreams, |
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Parents with good intentions never mention, |
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The brooklyn house of detention. |
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Free to fly, and free to try, to get our peace before we die, |
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Free to fly, and free to try, to get our piece of the pie and die. |
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Locking us down, we got cops all around, |
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The sound of sirens drown your own heart's pound, |
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But you only wanted a piece of the pie, |
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And in your mind's eye momma's still gonna cry, |
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No matter how hard you tried, whether it's truth or lies, |
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On the day that you die...but we're free to fly, |
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And free to try to get our piece of the pie and die. |
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Freedom, liberty, the kkk, modern democracy, we have no say, |
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American dream, the american way, land of the free, home of the slave. |
