| How many roads we had to walk
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| Just to maked to the door
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| Only to be told we were too late
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| How many picket lines we crawls
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| Just to get back of the floor
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| Then we fall back in the same old game
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| But it make me realize
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| To see their line in trade
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| The shadows of their hand
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| That always put to strings
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| For those to understand
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| The beginning see the end
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| Guess who is rising in again
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| Me again knocking on your door
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| Till all your walls come tumbling down
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| Me again like jerico before
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| Babylon walls come tumbling down
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| Down down down
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| Waaaalls tumbling down
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| Election promises have failed
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| Those who spoke up have been jailed
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| Yet we go about pretend we don’t see
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| As I walk through shanty towns
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| God is choked with broken dreams
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| Yeah their trickle down don’t come so far
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| But it make me recognize
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| They go to every land
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| Band every will till they can get our new way
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| But this time around they cannot push us around
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| Guess who is rising in again
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| Me again knocking on your door
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| Till all your walls come tumbling down
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| Me again like jerico before
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| Babylon walls come tumbling down
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| Down down down
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| Waaaalls tumbling down
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| Some people say that I am weak
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| Cause I turn the other sheek
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| Only to be disappointed again
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| What kind of future waste the weak
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| In a world so full with greed
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| Those we post a does to game
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| But it make me understand
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| To see the line and trail
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| Of the shadows of their hands
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| That always put to strings
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| For those to understand
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| The beginning on the end
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| Rastaman will rise again
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| Me again knocking on your door
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| Till all your walls come tumbling down
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| Me again like Jericho before
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| Babylon walls come tumbling down
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| Me again knocking on your door
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| all your walls come tumbling down
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| its me again (going down going down)
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| its me again (walls come tumbling down)
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| its me again (going down going down)
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| its me again (walls come tumbling down) |