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I was born..
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I was born..
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I was born..
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I was born in a concrete jungle
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and I learned to make my own way (learned to make my own way)
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I was raised by streets and the beats
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and the books and crooks of L.A.
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I was taken by the power of the word
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and I had a whole lot to say (had a whole lot to say)
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And I vowed, always to move the crowd
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and leave em in disarray
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Cause I live by the word AND I die by the sword
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These here are strange days AND we here are strong
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We live by the sword AND we die by the slug
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This here is war AND this here is love
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Soldiers are marching in
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And they're going to battle again
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Somebody's going to win
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and somebody will lose -- and that's the truth!
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Gotta learn to fight for yours
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Livin in this life of yours
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See they can't stifle yours
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if you refuse to abused, fools listen to this news
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I don't beg, steal or borrow
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I don't expect to see tomorrow
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I don't usually soak in sorrow
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cause I keep all eyes on the sparrow
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Cause we live by the word AND we die by the sword
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These here are strange days AND we here are strong
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We live by the sword AND we die by the slug
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This here is war AND this here is love
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Soldiers are marching in
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And they going to battle again
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Somebody's going to win
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and somebody will lose -- and that's the real!
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Gotta learn to fight for yours
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Livin in this life of yours
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See they can't stifle yours
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if you refuse to abused, fools listen to this news
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Uh-huh, fools listen to this news
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Whashup, crews listen to this news
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Oh yeah, you listen to this news
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Listen, listen, listen, to this news
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the march
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