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 believed 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 nation You’re wasted
The truth I came. I saw. I believed 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