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YOA - IS LIVING IN THE JUNGLE -
FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL - BUT
THERE'S NO PLACE TO GO.
YOA - THERE'S PRESSURE ALL AROUND -
THE WALLS ARE CRUMBLING
DOWN - THE WALLS ARE COMING DOWN ON YOU.
IT IS TIME WE RECTIFY THIS NOW -
WE GOT TO SEE IT NOW - GOT
TO SEE IT NOW - NOW - NOW.
THEY ATTACK YOU FROM THE RIGHT SIDE -
DOWN THE LEFT SIDE -
DOWN THE MIDDLE TILL YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
STAY AROUND - THINK IT DON'T REALLY MATTER -
THERE TRYING TO PUT
YOU 6 FEET UNDER THE GROUND.
IT IS TIME WE RECTIFY THIS NOW -
WE GOT TO FEEL THIS NOW - GOT
TO FEEL THIS NOW - NOW - NOW.
IT IS TIME WE RECTIFY THIS NOW -
WE GOT TO HEAL IT NOW -
GOT TO HEAL IT NOW - NOW - NOW.
YOA - IS LIVING IN THE JUNGLE -
FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL
BUT THERE'S NO PLACE TO GO -
NO PLACE TO GO - NO PLACE TO GO.
THE RICH GET RICHER AND
THE POOR GET POORER
NOW THERE'S NO PLACE LEFT TO GO
GOT TO GET OFF OF THIS ROT
DO YOU WANT TO BE BORN HERE AGAIN?
I DON'T WANT TO BE BORED HERE AGAIN
THERE JUST AIN'T NO RESISTANCE
BEWARE OF THOSE GUYS IN DISGUISE
WERE LIVING IN THE JUNGLE
FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL
CAN'T WAIT MUCH LONGER - HURRY
THEY'LL ATTACK YOU FROM THE RIGHT SIDE -
DOWN THE LEFT SIDE
DOWN THE MIDDLE TILL YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.
STICK AROUND - THINK IT DON'T REALLY MATTER -
THERE TRYING TO PUT
YOU 6 FEET UNDER THE GROUND.
IT IS TIME WE RECTIFY THIS NOW -
WE GOT TO HEAR IT NOW - GOT
TO HEAR IT NOW - NOW - NOW.
YOA - YOUTH YOUTH YOUTH YOUTH YOUTH
YOA - YOA - YOU YOU YOU YOU
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You learned how to cry
And how you think you're sorry
You need a little smack of reality
And I'm gonna be
Sick
Now you takes a test
I ask a do you like it?
You takes a pile of boards on a gluey porch
And I laugh
You like too a rapachu a you like chu a rapachu a really low.
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Freedom or lies Step from, walk away
You gotta hold your time You gotta hit it with the right of way
Maybe if you like to fight for any like of what's seen
Either way it's sane Either way it's gotta mean
Red sister might be chokin' But I ain't about that kind
It'a a beat with the rythm of a body that was born to lose two times
Hey big body He said that i'm a true fortune lie
Held my shoulder Big pointy looks, big broken knives
They might try to hide They have to answer both dead sense
You might be right I could afford either way in
Poison dandilion forms cross
Big spoke down cross Stick your head on the line
The flavor might be missin' He's last to cross that anyway
You can bet he can fiddle with the brothers to the power
of another day
Hey big body He said that I'm a true fortune lie
Held my shoulder Big pointy looks, big broken knives
Two of them stole my might One of them stole my time
Didn't you say what you wanted
Denied
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He had to switch to gin, cause Jagermeister was givin' him the shakes
I'm gone, cause I'm missing
I've lost sight, cause I'm missing
I can't stay x7
I don't care, cause I'm missing
I can't try, cause I'm missing
I can't stay (here) x8
I can't hear, cause I'm missing
I'm not right, cause I'm missing
I can't stay x8
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Nasty nature done for meat
Have you cut with all three knives?
Sing light for empty suite
The lovely butterfly
Have you ever only eaten what's alive?
Cut the thing for meat
Skin cooker for the hide
Cooked on the inside
I got a belly full of prime
Crawling through my intestine
Gristle-thick pork chop rot tan
The lovely butterflys
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Follow lead point to my head
We got Dresden solid dead
I ain't gonna stand leaking from my hand
Don't like the front of me on a mand
Be still the messagly
Distending a modern tale
By phone line
Might have seen
On read by rhyme
The violence stirke and spare
Seems fortified down square
What is the quality reaching low fo side
My tears intendedly bonified
You still motor high
Reach sending a modern tease
Right phone line
High voice tone
Forty lee and four a why
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