Turn off the lights, I'm here to sing my pogos
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On the rails of hell, the ocean is Congo
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Long before I die, my rhymes and verses devour me
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I lock the world inside my body
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Until the words overflow
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Turn flesh into verb, pain into weapon, shadow into light
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I've crossed seas, I've cried rivers
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You'll end up alone and beaten in your impure-blood delusions
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And the hate foaming from your mouths won't grip our lives anymore
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History purrs then stalls, and the holds
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Chained in ships made of a wood from a tree
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Where strange fruits are hung, distilled and crushed
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Corpses piled up, shovelfuls of mass graves
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Watch the exoduses, butterflies fly and sail
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Look how God slips away before mankind
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How he cries in tornadoes over our ruins and wars
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How every evening he cries an incendiary sun
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Their knees on my neck, their license to kill
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Reality is violent like a jungle in Calais
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A Congo-ocean, so many wrongs to wash away
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I wipe the spit, I tear Banania smiles off France's walls
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And the children to come will be proud and standing
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Standing, proud, proud and standing
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I know the cuts, the notches in our hearts
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If their darkness assails me, I'll go sing my gleams
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Invincible is our ardor
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The blaze of our stubborn lives
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Invincible is our ardor
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Invincible is our ardor
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The blaze of our stubborn lives
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Invincible is our ardor