I'm tired of American socialite culture God it makes me sick I've got so much fire burning deep inside The time has come to face the truth and bring about a change I don't care about all your books and magazines All these new evolving scenes or plastic teenage dreams Want to sing for all the angry kids up on the block The kids are fighting dope, the people time forgot These things are things that stir my soul, impassion me to sing Got so much frustration, really starting to sting See so many faults, got things to vent and lose All fed up with everything so this is what I choose We have had, had enough The time has come to call their bluff This is a battle cry for the common people The forgotten nowhere kids stuck in the middle We're singing this song for all of the common people Who've given up so much and gotten back so little And another thing that bothers me is the black gold gang and how they use the poor With arrogance and lies, all those fake smiles The time has come to call them out so let the gloves come off Us lower class kids get stuck inside a rich man's war Seems like less about the freedom and more like mining with the world And we're not born of entitlement, we hump down in the dirt Sometimes it makes us wonder what we're really fighting for These are things that light my fuse and make me wonder why Losing my grip on the handle, off it I might fly See so many faults, got things to vent and lose All fed up with everything, so this is what I choose We have had, had enough The time has come to call their bluff This is a battle cry for the common people The forgotten nowhere kids stuck We're singing this song for all of the common people Who've given up so much and got back so little Got a lot on my mind, too much, sometimes, I think Pretty damn opinionated, maybe swim or sink Should I give it up? Close my mouth for good? Go back to work, I should... Hell no! This is a battle cry for the common people The forgotten nowhere kids stuck in the middle We're singing this song for all of the common people Who've given up so much and gotten back so little [X2] Got no more to talk about, this is where we are Not a damn expert, I only sing what's in my heart This is what we have to say and this is what we do And if you don't like it... Fuck You!
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