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Let's go
So so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
whether you listenin to hip hip-hop
or you tuning to rock
refugees on your box
we gonna take over ya blocks
let's go
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year
Running over the same old ground
Have we found the same old fears
Wish you were here
whether you listenin to rock
or pumpin the hip hip hop
refugees on your box
Critics don't mistake this for just any cover tune
I'ma take y'all to the dark side of the moon
Kickin in my mom's room this song was just a thought
A young refugee labeled, jus' come with a passport
Dad used to tell me about the 'American Dream'
My dream was waking up in the projects
a young teen listening to hip hop
my brother tune me into rock
put me up on pink floyd, a band from the british blocks
whether you pumpin the hip hip hop
or you tuning to rock
refugees on your box
we gonna take over the blocks
from n.j to bk to the u.k
Translate to:
Let's go
So so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
whether you listenin to hip hip-hop
or you tuning to rock
refugees on your box
we gonna take over ya blocks
let's go
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year
Running over the same old ground
Have we found the same old fears
Wish you were here
whether you listenin to rock
or pumpin the hip hip hop
refugees on your box
Critics don't mistake this for just any cover tune
I'ma take y'all to the dark side of the moon
Kickin in my mom's room this song was just a thought
A young refugee labeled, jus' come with a passport
Dad used to tell me about the 'American Dream'
My dream was waking up in the projects
a young teen listening to hip hop
my brother tune me into rock
put me up on pink floyd, a band from the british blocks
whether you pumpin the hip hip hop
or you tuning to rock
refugees on your box
we gonna take over the blocks
from n.j to bk to the u.k