If money is paper
And paper is wood
If there is nothing for me
I will go on the warpath
I will neither steal nor kill
But in In the streets I will create anger
So many speeches and why
If today I am the same as yesterday
It may be of no use
My voice may not be heard well
My anger may not be felt
But this is what I must do
We are all angels
We are all angleles
I am not lost but the other way around
Crossing my arms doesn't feel good to me
Put yourself together and come with me
And you'll see how things will go well for us
I won't steal or kill
But in the streets the I will create a fight
So many speeches and why
If today I am the same as yesterday
It may be of no use
My voice may not be heard well
It may be that Don't feel my anger
But this is what I must do
We are all angels
We are all angleles
It may be of no use
My voice may not be heard listen carefully
You may not feel my anger
But this is what I must do

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