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Julian Assange Video (MV)




Performed By: Chase Martin
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Chase Knackstedt




Chase Martin - Julian Assange Lyrics




Now where do I begin? Maybe start with the fact that I'm always locked in
Or how I move mountains with the stroke of a pen
My money low, still waiting on this coke to come in
The feds ask; I'm talkin' 'bout that shit that come in a can
Damn, what they'll do to stop a man from getting bread
Then when I do get it, they want me to send half to Unc Sam
Too bad, go ahead and tell him I ain't got shit for that man
The founding fathers got my back in heaven
Bastards, we should have stopped paying taxes after 9/11
Since we clearly wasn't paying for protection
Now we're forced to reckon with it, quick to light a joint
By the second hit and I just forget it, I ain't doing this shit no more
I just wish that it was different, get persecuted
All the sudden they hand down a sentence
They're telling us "move along" but we ain't do nothing wrong
They're moving us like we're pawns, somebody tell the UK to free Julian Assange

And where I'm from, ain't no need in biting my tongue
So I can say I'm on my way to Downing Street with a bomb
Like I'm representing Islam and blow the f*cking roof off
'Cause why throw him in jail just for being a news source?
Shouldn't lock him up 'cause he's a source for news
Claiming he's a threat but that's funny 'cause from our point of view
Y'all the only ones telling us we need to avoid the truth
But I'm crazy when I mention how they destroy the youth
Spend more time on the Gram than actively making plans
Then cancel whenever you actually do
That shit got me sick but ain't no need in passing the flew
So I keep it to myself, clearly they don't need no help
They're doing their own thing, living life on the run, I get it though
I've become similar in some ways, don't really like going out too much
But still it's just us against them so how the f*ck can we win?
Black or white, brown or tan, don't matter the color of your skin
We've had enough suffering caused by our own government
And we're supposed to just sit? (nah)
Don't be surprised when the people realize what's going on
The only option y'all got is to bomb your own, but now you're on your own
Can't make no money when the people gone
Can't make no bread if the people dead
Can't make no money if the people gone
They can't make no bread if the people dead
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Now where do I begin? Maybe start with the fact that I'm always locked in
Or how I move mountains with the stroke of a pen
My money low, still waiting on this coke to come in
The feds ask; I'm talkin' 'bout that shit that come in a can
Damn, what they'll do to stop a man from getting bread
Then when I do get it, they want me to send half to Unc Sam
Too bad, go ahead and tell him I ain't got shit for that man
The founding fathers got my back in heaven
Bastards, we should have stopped paying taxes after 9/11
Since we clearly wasn't paying for protection
Now we're forced to reckon with it, quick to light a joint
By the second hit and I just forget it, I ain't doing this shit no more
I just wish that it was different, get persecuted
All the sudden they hand down a sentence
They're telling us "move along" but we ain't do nothing wrong
They're moving us like we're pawns, somebody tell the UK to free Julian Assange

And where I'm from, ain't no need in biting my tongue
So I can say I'm on my way to Downing Street with a bomb
Like I'm representing Islam and blow the f*cking roof off
'Cause why throw him in jail just for being a news source?
Shouldn't lock him up 'cause he's a source for news
Claiming he's a threat but that's funny 'cause from our point of view
Y'all the only ones telling us we need to avoid the truth
But I'm crazy when I mention how they destroy the youth
Spend more time on the Gram than actively making plans
Then cancel whenever you actually do
That shit got me sick but ain't no need in passing the flew
So I keep it to myself, clearly they don't need no help
They're doing their own thing, living life on the run, I get it though
I've become similar in some ways, don't really like going out too much
But still it's just us against them so how the f*ck can we win?
Black or white, brown or tan, don't matter the color of your skin
We've had enough suffering caused by our own government
And we're supposed to just sit? (nah)
Don't be surprised when the people realize what's going on
The only option y'all got is to bomb your own, but now you're on your own
Can't make no money when the people gone
Can't make no bread if the people dead
Can't make no money if the people gone
They can't make no bread if the people dead
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Writer: Chase Knackstedt
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