| Is that end of the road it’s not like insecurity
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| Wanna be tendency split personality
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| You know what I’m talking about
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| You were there that night
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| You know the way they act
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| And you know that I am right
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| Justice, there ain’t no justice
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| For bloodless bastards on back of buses
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| Numbness from the substance and the rockers
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| Half dead we’re corrupted and disrupted
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| There’s people talking about me
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| When I can hear them through the walls
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| And there’s people talking about me
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| When they don’t know me at all
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| And there’s people talking about me
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| When I can hear them through the walls
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| And there’s people talking about me
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| When they don’t know me at all
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| Can’t see through this mist of vape
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| May be kids but can still feel the sense of hate
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| Hope this night does not become my fate
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| But I don’t know my way out of this estate
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| A sad letter to the for better
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| Did you see it coming I’ve been running
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| Feeling nothing since I was just a youngen
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| Paint fumes coming out my bedroom
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| When I looked out the room the ambulance was going
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| There’s people talking about me
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| When I can hear them through the walls
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| And there’s people talking about me
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| When they don’t know me at all
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| And there’s people talking about me
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| When I can hear them through the walls
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| And there’s people talking about me
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| When they don’t know me at all
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| Hes been recruiting
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| Let me introduce to Mr. Sensei
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| Hes been on an expedition for like 10 days
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| Older generations might destroy the planet
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| But the youth we got the answers
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| We just have to sit and plan it
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| just try to understand it
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| You can chant like trump we don’t ever underhand it
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| Pull up in a van slick and I bet you don’t know that
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| And don’t tell me gold
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| Cause I made the safer grade
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| Rat Boy in your neighbourhood
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| You know he came to stay for good
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| There’s people talking about me
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| When I can hear them through the walls
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| And there’s people talking about me
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| When they don’t know me at all
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| And there’s people talking about me
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| When I can hear them through the walls
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| And there’s people talking about me
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| When they don’t know me at all |