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We're all born defined by our cultures |
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Set loose to be caught |
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And stripped of our thoughts |
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Another possession of monsters |
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Worked to the core |
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To feel safe and secure in our walls |
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I've been |
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Bound and silenced by deceivers and liars |
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My cut of your profit is minimum wage |
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I'll push aside my urge for defiance |
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The burns on my arms are the marks of a slave |
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I still dig myself up every morning |
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Clock my body in |
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We're all born defined by our cultures |
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Set loose to be caught |
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And stripped of our thoughts |
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Another possession of monsters |
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Worked to the core |
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To feel safe and secure in our walls |
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Safe and secure in our walls |
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I'm serving my sentence but get no release |
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I've been chasing paper since my early teens |
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My minds set I'll take my chances and leave |
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My appetite for life won't be run by greed |
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Convinced that you own me |
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Locked my mind in my body |
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I'm nobodies trophy |
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I Know I'm not perfect but I hold my own |
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We're all born defined by our cultures |
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Set loose to be caught |
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And stripped of our thoughts |
|
Another possession of monsters |
|
Worked to the core |
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To feel safe and secure in our walls |
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Clock my body in |
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We're all born defined by our cultures |
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Set loose to be caught |
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And stripped of our thoughts |
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Another possession of monsters |
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Worked to the core |
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To feel safe and secure in our walls |
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The burns on my arms are the marks of a slave |
