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Nov 2011
You say you're a hustler
And you got it made
And you made your bed
But you refuse to lie in it
Street's the education
I say look up all the ways
Your nation made you a slave
You threw away the tie-dyes
And picked up a gun
But it's one and the same
It's one and the same
You're playing politician
Minus the wife
As the in-crowd polishes
Their gold incisors
And it's not the same
You're one and the same
Lucy Tonic
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Lucy Tonic
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