by Young Thug
(Morocco)
Stand up move your body man
scream for you rights and don't feel sorry cause you can
please mister president try to understand
what a feeling to be poor
sister is a whore
or a father drug dealer strangers knock your door
got no home live in the streets feel alone
brothers shall we live for the day
I don't care thanks to god that's what I say
keep you head up we gonna be okay we gonna be okay
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