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Verse 1 |
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I'm tired of the hunger I see on people's faces |
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Tired of the animosity between the races |
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Tired of corruption in high and low places |
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And pricks with money but no social graces |
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Tired of being judged for the style in my hair |
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And the music that I listen and the clothes that I wear |
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Tired of life and death being sold as a pair |
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and politicians who keep saying they care but |
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Maybe hoping for a change is a dream |
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Maybe life aint as bad as it seems |
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But if dreaming is the best I can do i'll be dreaming my whole life through |
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CHO |
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What a day when war becomes a thing of the past |
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and peace, we will have it at last |
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and life is finally worth its cost and oh oh oh |
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What a day when men finally live what they teach |
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and love aint just a concept we preach |
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and blood no longer runs in the streets |
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oh oh oh, what a day |
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Verse 2 |
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Tired of leaving church feeling like I've just been robbed |
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2 hours of rambling not much mention of God |
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The richest man's the only one who does not have a job |
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A bunch of righteous freaks extorting worse than the mob |
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Tired of baby momma tired of babydaddy |
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Chilling in the spot where the parents should be |
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Teenage mother saying "Lea' ma bi'niz alone" |
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In 20 years the kid could be robbing my home but |
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I got a vision of a whole other plain |
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Where the spiritual can flourish again |
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I'm just waiting for the fire to rain |
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Burn dung everything and start clean |
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(Repeat cho) |
