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Stop fighting each other,
Fight the political machine,
That promised us this American dream,
I gave myself some wings,
Floated to cloud nine and gained a god-like mind,
Came out the closet as a prophet,
The government told me to stop it,
I don’t preach it now I hip hop it,
Speak about killer topics,
From the city to the tropics,
You want revolution now I got it,
I have the world in my hands,
And never will I drop it,
Even if it kills me,
I refuse to fall,
I can’t lose to ya’ll.
- Mike Sincere