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Letra de Yer de Rage Against The Machine

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Letra de YER de RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE.

( Rage Against The Machine )

Tha sistas are in so check tha front line

It seems i spent the 80s in a haiti state of mind

Cast me into classes for electro shock

Straight incarcerated, tha curriculum a cell block

I´m swimmin´ in half truths and it makes me wanna spit

Instructor come seperate tha healthy from tha sick

Ya weigh me on a scale i´m swellin´ burnt skin

It´s dark now in dachau and i´m screamin´ from within

´cause i´m a cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right

Enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights

Yet at every turn i´m runnin´ into hell´s gates

So i grip tha cannon like fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates

Cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die

So i´m goin´ out heavy sorta like mount tai

Wit´ tha five centuries of penitenturies so let the guilty hang

In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo i´m a piece of it

So let tha guilty hang

I got no property but yo i´m a piece of it

In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo i´m a piece of it

So let tha guilty hang

I got no property but yo i´m a piece of it

In tha year of tha boomerang

Now it´s upon you

Now it´s upon you

Tha sistas are in so check tha front line

It seems i spent the 80s in a haiti state of mind

Cast me into classes for electro shock

Straight incarcerated, tha curriculum a cell block

I´m swimmin´ in half truths and it makes me wanna spit

Instructor come seperate tha healthy from tha sick

Ya weigh me on a scale i´m swellin´ burnt skin

It´s dark now in dachau and i´m screamin´ from within

´cause i´m a cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right

Enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights

Yet at every turn i´m runnin´ into hell´s gates

So i grip tha cannon like fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates

´cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die

So i´m goin´ out heavy sorta like mount tai

Wit´ tha five centuries of penitenturies so let the guilty hang

In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo i´m a piece of it

So let tha guilty hang

I got no property but yo i´m a piece of it

In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo i´m a piece of it

So let tha guilty hang

I got no property but yo i´m a piece of it

In tha year of tha boomerang

Now it´s upon you

Now it´s upon you

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you.