The Great Wall
I'm racing from the cops
With the ceramic cats climbing to the roof tops
To question the moon
And obtain the truth,
Interrupting the dreams
Of my neighbors
And it's hard when it hits, I go
Brick by brick
Just as we built it
Brick by brick
Like our anthropology
Brick by brick
is how solid our power Be, and still they're
throwing pebbles at the Great Wall
Don’t hate the player
Hate the prophecy
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