oh well, the shitpile caught on fire,
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it seems like natural selection,
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property values were plummeting anyway,
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didnt say they hear the people say,
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"cant we all just get along?"
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sounds good to me as long as you stay in your shitty
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and now crispy little town,
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whos fault was it when south central burned to the ground?
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judicial rape perpetrated by the state?
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two hundred or so years of stored up rage?
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its something that i think about, how upset people are,
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and i havent any reason to complain,
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plenty of good food, good friends, a nice apartment to live in,
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and still i dont feel all that great,
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whell im content but im not satisfied,
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it makes it hard to live your fucking life,
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a tv and a 6 pack dictate my day,
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im stupid, soft and lazy, i forgot how to be brave,
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and it looks like ill never have to learn,
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complacence is the smoke alarm that insures
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that white cities never burn
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