What¡¯s the world coming to?
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What am I suppose to do?
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We gotta find love today
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I know there¡¯s a way
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It¡¯s going to be alright
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I¡¯m from the west, SF, started by the gold rush
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where 300 thou(sand), came to get their pockets swollen up
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shaking pans, making plans for a hold up
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killing millions of Indians arrows and bows flushed
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a century later ain¡¯t a damn thing changed
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the homeless shake cans for a dollar and some change
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kids steal a 12 gauge, protection from a blade
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or put it in a tellers face to offset minimum wage
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is this Americas greed or survival skills?
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we needs a dollar from the streets to the highest hills
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in Japan, where a tsunami killed thousands
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Haiti, Indonesia, New Orleans public housing
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around the world, many seek opportunity
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but some chase the green, get the blues and a eulogy
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all for that leather trim and some better rims
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we just a need a dollar ya¡¯ll forget the tom foolery
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now there¡¯s a war outside
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that¡¯s taking too many lives
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what¡¯s left to do but cry?
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but you got to believe in something
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don't just stand for nothing
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so fight for your rights and lets end this war!
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I¡¯ve seen people get shot below my window sill
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over love of drugs and wrinkled bills
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thugs hugging stainless steel with intent to kill
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out to destroy for real what was meant to build
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sporting scars on their sleeves
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and walk their hearts on a leash
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barking at peace, talking smart with police
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you think its going to stop soon brother?
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as long as the sun shines we'll always have thunder
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but love conquers all so we'll always have to wonder
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what life could be like if we lived loved for others
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cause for sure, we know what its like without it
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just look at that body and chalk lines that surround it
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What Am I Supposed To Do (Feat. Suhn)
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