(Na na na, na na na, na na na, na-na na na)
Forgiving what I’ve done
Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na
Na na na na.
Turn my mic up louder
I got to say something
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Lightweights stepping aside,
When we come in
Feel it in your chest
The syllables get pumpin
People on the street
They panic and start running
Words on lose leaf
Sheet complete coming
I jump on my mind
I summon the rhyme I’m dumping
Healing the blind
I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways
We march to the drumming
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that, I want to
See some fist pumping
Risk something! Take back what’s yours
Say something that you know!
…they might attack you for.
'Cuz I’m sick of being treated like I had before
Like it’s stupid standing for
What I’m standing for
Like this war is really just
A different brand of war
Like it doesn’t cater to rich, and abandon poor
Like they understand you
In the back of their jet, when you can’t put gas in your tank
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These fuckers are laughing their way