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Maria
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Tha sun ablaze as Marias foot
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Touches the surface of sand
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On Northern Land
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As human contraband
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Some Rico from Jalisco
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Passed her name to tha boss
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She stuffed ten to a truckbed
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She clutches her cross
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Here come tha exhaust
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And it rips through her lungs
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Shes off fast to tha pasture
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Like cattle shell cross
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Degree 106
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Sweat and vomit are thrown
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And she prays and suffocates
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Upon the memories of home
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Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on the loans
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Of smoldering fields, rape, rubble and bones
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Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war
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Of nothing, no one, nobody, no more
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These are her mountains and skies and she radiates
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And through historys rivers of blood she regenerates
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And like tha sun disappears only to reappear
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Shes eternally here
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Her time is nearNever conquered but here
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To tear away at the mask
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And now she got a quota
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Tha needle and thread crucifixion
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Sold and shipped across tha new line
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of Mason Dixon
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Rippin through denim
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Tha point an inch from her vein
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Tha foreman approach
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His steps now pound in her brain
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His presence it terrifies
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And eclipses her days
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No minutes to rest
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No moments to pray
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And with a whisper
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He whips her
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Soul changed to his will
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My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill
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Her arm jerks
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Tha sisters gather round her and scream
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As If in a dream
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Eyes on the crimson stream
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Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to tha floor
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I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more
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These are her mountains and skies and she radiatesAnd through historys rivers of blood she regenerates
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And like tha sun disappears only to reappear
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Maria
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Shes eternally here
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Her time is near
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Never conquered but here
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Uh
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To tear away at the mask
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Away at the mask
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To tear away at the mask
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Huh
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Maria (whispered)
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No minute to rest
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No moment to pray
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No minutes to rest
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No moments to pray
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No minutes to rest
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It eclipses her days
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Just a moment to pray
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To tear away at the mask, huh
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Away at the mask
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To tear away at the mask, huuh
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To tear away at the mask
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Voice of the Voiceless
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Uh, Uh
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Cmon check it
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Through Steel walls
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Your voice blastin on
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True rebel, my brother Mumia
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I reflect upon
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You be tha spark
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That set the prairie fires on
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Make the masses a mastodon path
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To trample the fascists on
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At fifteen exposed Phillys finest killing machine
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Boots and mad guns
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They pacify ya young
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Cause and effect
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Smell tha smoke and tha breeze
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My panther, my brother
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We are at war until youre free
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Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
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Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
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Yet tha powerful got nervous
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Cause he refused to be their servant
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He spit truth
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That burned like black churches
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Prose and versesA million poor in hearses
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Watch the decision of Dred Scott
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As it reverses
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Long as the rope
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Is tied around Mumias neck
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Let there be no rich white life
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We bound to respect
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Cause and effect
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Cant ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze
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My panther, my brother
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We are at war until you're free
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Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
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Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
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Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
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Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
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And Orwells hell a terror era coming through
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But this little brothers watching you too
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And Orwells hell a terror era coming through
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But this little brothers watching you too
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Watching you too
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Maria
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| rage against the machine |
