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This is the street where people live in fear of senseless crime and poverty. |
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And the colour of your skin decides if you should pay the penalty. |
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This is the city where only money talks, of power gain and influence. |
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Where the poor stay poor, the rich stay rich and we're still told it's coincidence. it's the same old sad survival-dance that we're all born with an equal chance. |
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But who could be so blind that they could never see that this is my land? |
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I can't pretend that it's nothing to do with me. |
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And this is your land, you can't close your eyes to the things you don't wanna see. |
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This is a country filled with greed and hate and cops on the take are common place. |
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The next generation are condemned to waste by bent politicians and magistrates. |
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This is a world at war for the liquid gold, but there's still no cure for the common cold. |
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We raise our flags and battle cries in the name of |
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God and national pride. |
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And the lie we use to convince ourselves, it's not our fault, it can't be helped. |
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Don't tell me we're so blind we cannot see that this is my land! |
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I can't pretend that it's nothing to do with me. |
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And this is your land, you can't close your eyes to this hypocrisy. |
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Yes this is my land, |
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I won't pretend that it's nothing to do with me. ' |
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Cause this is our land, we can't close our eyes to the things we don't wanna see. |