They assured me I was guilty but I commited no crime
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They said confessions bring lenience so they put me on the line
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So I protest the massacres at the Tiananmen Square
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My friends said yo, stay away man, you better not go fucking back there
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They wouldn't let me write about my opinions about the state
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And freedom of expression they would never tolerate
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And the military secrets that I never did steal
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I didn't start no violence, and there was nobody that I killed
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So I have a clear account of all the abuses of power
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And the memories of my homeland have now gone sour
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And I only got one weapon, its so plain for me to see
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My only weapon I call.. poetry
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And I don't even know why
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The truth seems like a lie
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In my cell there is no sky
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When I was arrested in Shanghai
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Into wealth and priveledge, huh, I was not born
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But a devotion to freedom and liberty, I was sworn
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So every emotion is studdied, watched and controlled
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Who gets paid, who gets disciplined, who gets rolled
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A transmitter beams my coordinates anywhere on earth
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And radio waves, surveilance, satellite burst
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Open up your skull and let some knowledge come in
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Crack open the cranium and let awareness begin.......
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Arrested In Shanghai
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Rancid |