As I look up at the sky,
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I wonder why my momma always cried,
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Was it for how fast we lived and died?
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Or because we never got our piece of the pie?
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Busting at the seams, The American Dream,
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Like Meth said Cream, Boulevard of Broken Dreams,
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Parents with good intentions never mention,
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The Brooklyn House of Detention.
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Free to fly, and free to try, to get our peace before we die,
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Free to fly, and free to try, to get our piece of the pie and die.
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Locking us down, we got cops all around,
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The sound of sirens drown your own heart's pound,
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But you only wanted a piece of the pie,
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And in your mind's eye momma's still gonna cry,
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No matter how hard you tried, whether it's truth or lies,
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On the day that you die...but we're free to fly,
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And free to try to get our piece of the pie and die.
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Freedom, Liberty, The KKK, Modern Democracy, we have no say,
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American Dream, The American Way, Land of the Free, Home of the Slave.
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Modern Democracy
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Biohazard |