Pop culture, pop there went my brain. One more shot like that could. Blow the whole mainframe. Too much worthless information inside my head. . They gotcha coughin' every coined phrase.
Everybody knows the general information. But that don't mean a thing in any situation. Gotta look at it turned around. Inside out and upside down. . Sleepwalking though a waterfall.
Ghetto fight yah don't wanna start a riot yet. No not alone or in these clothes. But they just won't listen to me. Maybe I'm too young or down right naive.
Declaration, declaration. Sufferer shake free. Shake the sufferer free. The people gather around. . The people protest. The people are kicked to the ground.
Hello, in the name of our Father. Though we don't share the same mother. We know how we will be forever. To those who know they are our brother, do not stand ahead of another.
Once a part of the ruling elite. Now just second class. All those things they promised me. Now have come to pass. I feel like I missed a train or watched it go right by.
Dark deep in the trenches. Along in the alley jumpin fences. Hard rain fall bangs a beat on tin roof. Black brick from wall to wall. Wet reflection makes the streetlights fall.
Cops chase criminals though the subways. The less fortunate lie on the tracks. It's no wonder they'll amount to nothing. They've been told they're just a product of chance.
Kicked down the doors at the broadcast station. Pulled the plug on what they're saying. 'Cos she don't like it, Christina fight it. . She couldn't stand to hear what they saying.
Out on the streets anew. Make the connection. Feel the pulse surgin' through my bones. And it's like an infection. . I'm not the man to say that you can.
There's a few cars out at 2 o'clock, the limousine, me, and the patrol cop. Everything seems white in the middle of the night. Always get that feeling that things ain't quite right.
Man, oh, man. My hands in the plans. Fan of the man. Sands in the plans. . I'm at home. On my own. Gone and flown. A home's a home. . Ren the Hoak. And other folk.
Carry on with the countdown. Carry on with a gun in hand. Carry on with the countdown. Carry on in the sinkin' sand. Carry on with the countdown. Carry on at a point blank range.
So you feel like you're all grown up now. A great big fish in a great big town. With the whole wide world at your fingertips. All slicked back and ruby lipped.
Kickin' at the curb strollin' mothers bay. Little naked kid it's where I used to play. Dad paints the house on the stereo. Reggae music plays and it just goes to show.
Homeboy's got some drugs pumpin' though his veins. You know, he just ain't thinkin' the same. Gonna feel like Superman today. Faster than a bullet, more power than a train.
Up in the house on top of the hill. You look around and the scene surreal. There ain't a cop out on the corner. There isn't a need the program is over.
I had a man. He was a good man. That is, you see, what I mean is. I thought he was a good man. . I had a friend. She was a good friend. I told my friend 'bout my man 'cause.
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