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    Coinsequences

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    Додана 2 березня 2007 користувачем AND1

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    [Intro/Chorus: Paris]
    Is it a, coincidence that we ain't taught truth
    A, coincidence that they target the youth
    A, coincidence everything is the same
    That a message in the music ain't a part of the game
    A, coincidence that we livin a lie
    A, coincidence that we only get by
    A, coincidence that so many are lost
    And do prison time 'fore we notice the cost
    [Paris]
    It really ain't difficult to break the mold
    And take a close look at the lies we're told
    Wipe away the facade, see we got to know
    See the plot to control and to rot the soul
    You can make anybody that don't read believe
    anything that they see on the TV screen
    That a lie is reality, the sky is green
    That there's weapons in Iraq, and the President's clean
    When it's on, thinkin you can trust police
    Every black is a beast and our women are cheap
    And that brothers gettin murdered is the way of the streets
    That it's normal to die when we still in our teens
    And that's the way it is, what's the use to try
    That school is a motherfuckin waste of time
    Slang yay, die young, maybe get rich rhymin
    And prison if you black is just a part of life
    And that all of America support the Pres'
    Religion is the way, and we all full of sin
    That it's better after death if we suffer and pray
    Even though they fuck us off in this life today
    And that white Jesus hangin on the wall in church
    ain't a part of a lie to keep a brother subservient
    And that the whole world need the word "Amen"
    Got troops overseas gettin murdered for free
    If you buy that shit, I got a bridge to sell
    Like I said I'm a rebel, so I must re-bel
    And lies be the truth now, war is peace
    Like corporations don't dictate the streets
    Like brothers don't die for the diamond or bling
    Like brothers don't die over songs we sing
    Like patri-ots act like the Patriot Act
    While we swing on this bitch 'til we break it in half
    [Chorus]
    [Paris]
    You guilty if arrested and niggaz are thugs
    Only good for welfare, murder and drugs
    The media is true, with no bias at all
    And Fox News ain't on the President's balls
    That Lacey and O.J. and Kobe and Mike
    ain't bullshit and really do matter in life
    That you shouldn't be insulted they give 'em the time
    but never talk about all this corporate crime
    That they generatin news stay loose with facts
    Relate fake views that'll keep us attracted
    like sheep so we don't think, never react
    Never question authority, never suspect
    Never trip off of why what matters to us
    always seem unimportant, and never get love
    Why it's never any money for the school support
    But it's fallin out the sky for these corporate wars
    [Chorus]
    [Paris]
    They never give real shit space to shine
    Just donkey-ass niggaz on assembly line
    Cookie cutter pop-slutter make music designed
    to pedal Coca-Cola, Motorola and Sprite
    No love for the Enemy with video play
    But they give Flav a show to take the focus away
    from the realest group ever made, whaddya say
    when to them it's Eminem that's goin down as the greatest?
    When the plan is a shame like we makin a choice
    Understand it's a scam who get handed a voice
    And it's only a few and they decide in advance
    Like votin for the President and both of them fam
    All that "God bless America, and nobody else"
    But I can smell racism, however it's dealt
    Know the real shit never miss, see how it's felt
    All around the world, hear the people cryin for help
    [Chorus]
    [Outro: Paris]
    A, coincidence ex-cons can't vote
    A, coincidence they can't get no work
    A, coincidence that they can't hold heat
    Now they know that they enemy don't look like me
    A, coincidence that we shit out of luck
    The consequence of coincidences all add up
    When you never know the reason and you're set up to suffer
    The offense is coincidence is never the cause
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