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How I wish I could stay, far away, far away |
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Away from the milling masses |
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Filth, vermin and gases |
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Muggings, thuggings, near naked bodies as they go marching past |
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Shamming at modesty in miniskirt mask |
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And it's a trip |
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Yes, it's a trip |
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From the screaming and cussin' |
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From the gambling and hustlin' |
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From the nodding and the fussin' |
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From the confusion of integration and segregation |
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amidst the cries of Let's build a nation! |
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Separation, y'all, separation t y'all |
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Separation, separation |
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It's a trip |
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Yes, I trip to escape the environmental rape |
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The industrial waste in the rivers and lakes |
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The mad, mad race for the vastness of space |
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The clamour and fuss to quicken the pace |
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The hypocrites' call of justice for all |
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though this cannot be for people like me |
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There's no place for the poor y'all, in this society |
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So I trip and I flee from the things that I see |
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Yes I trip and I flee from this brand of liberty |
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Yes I trip and I flee, so perhaps for a moment |
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I might be free, free, free |
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I might be free, free, free |
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And it's a trip |
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Yes, it's a trip |
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Yes, I split with my mind, through the passage of time |
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Back when men were still men, and the sisters were fine |
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And a man had a friend, and a man had Allah |
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And a man had some land, and a faith to defend |
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Back in time before men were deceived by the Jinn |
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Back in time before men were deceived by the Jinn |
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But, alas, I come back to the real, to the fact |
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Being poor, being black, being under attack |
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Being under attack for just being black |
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Being under attack for just being black |
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Being under attack for just being black |
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Being under attack and that is a fact |
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And it's a trip |
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It's a trip |
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Yes, it's time we all took a real hard look |
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at the lifestyles we have and the ones we forsook |
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And our past and our present, at the future we crave |
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And at the things we encounter between the womb and the grave |
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And what we must do, and what must be saved |
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And how we must struggle, and how things will be |
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when truth is revealed, y'all, and falsehood has died |
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And we can be free and we want to be |
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And it's a trip |
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And It's a trip |
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How I wish I could stay, far away, far away |
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From the witches and vampires that stalk me each day |
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Far away from the hunter that makes me the prey |
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Far away from the snare that they lay on the way |
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For the soul is the prize in the game that they play |
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For the soul is the prize in the game that they play! |
