and you dare to cross our picket lines with your straight white picket fence life as though you've stood in these combat boots and lived in this war zone but you can't conquer us with your power and your privilege 'cuz we've got privileges, too like freedom of assembly and freedom of speech so let's raise our voices raise our consciousness raise the roofs right off the precious 3-bedroom, 2-bath model homes of model citizens and when they awaken in their pristine beds looking up at the sky let them wonder why
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