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There's a campaign of hate Its waiting at the school gates For what I am not aware Whisper what you wrote What you write, you swore and you swear Now remember why you came Not to play follow the leader, no no Poor kids dressing like they're rich Rich kids dressing like they're poor White kids talking like they're black I tried it with Charlene And I spent three days on my back But she said baby... I like the cut of your J.I.B. Don't believe them when they say That you don't get nothing for free From Letras Mania