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With my face smashed against the concrete I kind of find it hard to
speak. The inevitable freedom of oppression and I stay down
kneel down to our masters that left us to die well get our taste of
freedom l*cking the pavement clean
obey the truth or suffer the consequence smiling face with teeth
kicked in. we nod and we move along, we nod as we sing along
kneel down to our gods that left us to die well get our taste of
freedom l*cking the pavement clean
we praise to our opportunities - give thanks with our hands tied
we laugh when patted on the back and then we die
Still believe every word - and all the great heroes
Still believe every word - and all the grand promises
Still believe every word - and all the stunning progress
Still believe every word - and still we stay down
I have nothing so I get my head kicked in
wont make a sound, thanks again