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Purge the district |
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Scrub it hard |
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Time to clean up our own backyard. |
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People standing in the way |
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Are on the list of people getting paid. |
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Not just the common thug |
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Also those up above |
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Making laws and deciding how the districts run into the ground. |
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Now the choice is up to us |
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Between the crooked and corrupt. |
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Whose made fewer bloody deals |
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Chose the lesser of two evils. |
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Soul turns to evil quick |
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Without love or discipline. |
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Poison for the destitute |
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Is also in the silver spoon. |
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The rain is coming down |
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But the drugs are dollar signs. |
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Pads the pockets of the bent |
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And we cant pay the rent. |
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Someday a real rain is gonna come |
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Someday a real rain is gonna come |
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Someday a real rain is gonna come |
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Someday a real rain is gonna come |
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And clean up the mess. |
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Locked up |
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Feeling the common dread |
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Locked up in our homes and in our heads |
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Intimidation keeps us prisoners at home |
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A force that's never felt anything stand up against it. |
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The sky will open up this time. |
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We wont overlook a thing. |
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Criminal, |
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Criminal, |
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Criminal. |
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We wont overlook a thing. |
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Criminal, |
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Criminal, |
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Criminal. |
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And we'll wake up with our spirit |
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Purified, |
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Purified, |
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Purified Purified, |
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Purified, |
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Purified. |
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Someday a real rain is gonna come |
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Someday a real rain is gonna come |
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Someday a real rain is gonna come |
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Someday a real rain is gonna come |
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And clean up the mess. |
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Free of the common dread |
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In our homes and in our heads. |
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Free of the crooked ways |
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Woken with our spirit cleansed |
