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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 believe 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 nationhood You're wasted The truth I came. I saw. I believe In what we can achieve Letras de cancionesFind 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 From Letras Mania