fake it, your out of directions
fake it, you dont belong
fake it, you feel like ya back stabed
woowoo your suck a hypocrite
you gave up on your dreams along the way
White Americans what nothin better to do
Why don't ya kick yourself out, you're
an immigrant too.
Who's using who?
What should we do?
Well, you can't be a pimp and a prostitute, too.
And they try to tell us that we don't belong
But that's alright, we're millions strong
You are my people, you are my crowd, this is our music, we love it loud
Yeah, and nobody's gonna change me, 'cos that's who I am
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Psalms 43:18-19
Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
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