My Land akkorde

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This is the street where people live in fear
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Of senseless crime and poverty
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And the color of your skin decides
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If you should pay the penalty (oh)

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This is the city where only money talks
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Of power gain and influence
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Where the poor stay poor, the rich stay rich
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And we're still told it's coincidence
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It's the same old sad survival dance
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That we're all born with an equal chance
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But who could be so blind that they could never see

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That this is my land
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I can't pretend that it's nothing to do with me
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And this is your land
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You can't close your eyes to the things you don't wanna see

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This is a country filled with greed and hate
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And cops on the take are common place
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The next generation are condemned to waste
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By bent politicians and magistrates
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This is a world at war for the liquid gold
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But there's still no cure for the common cold
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We raise our flags and battle cries
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In the name of God and national pride
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And the lie we use to convince ourselves
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It's not our fault, it can't be helped
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Don't tell me we're so blind we cannot see

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That this is my land
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I can't pretend that it's nothing to do with me
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And this is your land
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You can't close your eyes to this hypocrisy
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Yes this is my land
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And I won't pretend that it's nothing to do with me
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'Cause this is our land
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We can't close our eyes to the things we don't wanna see

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