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What I'm talking about.
Get all of my shouting out.
Because your world don't mean that much to me.
I mean it certainly.
At least it used to be.
Do I gotta die before I see.
What have I got to be?
Your destiny?
What's inside of me?
I think I lost the key.
(chorus)
Is it human nature?
Or just a private white man's club?
I'm finding harder to continue.
While the sc*m all rises to the top.
Some use their shotguns.
Who've seem to get their point across.
It's like finding raindrops in a wind storm.
They're always turning up a loss.
What have I got to be?
Your destiny?
What's inside of me?
I think I lost the key.