We stay humble
Let's rumble
Let's make clear who's the dumbell
See, way I was brought up
The way I was taught
I sought to bring justice to the world
But every time I was told
That no matter how hard I tried I'd be shot down cold
That my land would be sold
For dreams of peace
But in reality terror would unfold
That I wouldn't be able to behold
The things that took place
I'm running out of space...
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