Where you gonna go when the superstores close
They segregate you, but integrate your dough
What you fighting for when they kick you out the door
Before it ends you, you gotta end the war
The truth
I came. I saw. I believe
In what we can achieve
Find a way to finally breathe
And we, we won't ask you for a thing
We will demand for nothing
We will occupy and take everything
Here he come old flat top, he come shooting up the night
He doesn't have to worry they're the wrong color of white
Bashing the fashion, voluntary right
Asleep in the parade, you're gonna lose the fight
Washing away the stains
Drinking away their pain
Send it across the nationhood
You're wasted
The truth
I came. I saw. I believe
In what we can achieve
Find a way to finally breathe
And we, we won't ask you for a thing
We will demand for nothing
We will occupy and take everything
Where you gonna go when the superstores close
They segregate you, but integrate your dough
What you fighting for when they kick you out the door
Before it ends you, you gotta end the war

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