It's midnight and she standing on the
corner her time is
We're under attack
We're under attack
A knife in the back from
Couldn't get in the show
Hangin' out in the street
We had
black beans on the stove, malta in my hand,
tears
the air stings my eyes
the water burns my skin
To them we're paper, numbers in a profit margin. We
We're holding banners and
they're holding guns keeping
our rebellion to a
A repentant nobel man
He vowed to overthrow the land
Horrified by
Does she walk? does she talk? does she come complete?
My
Chelsea baby let's run away
to some third world country
exploit the
Just keep your mouth shut
And don't you try to obstruct
Every day the brainwash trend, repeating the words put into
I was raised in a trailer
Always told that I was
she used to stand with a knife in her hand
at
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