Two, three.
Truth about us is we're a dying breed
You're a lily-white palm that's surrounded by weeds
And your poison is soft but you don't kill the seeds
So we grow a yellow gorse in the pure white snow
You just hope we die
Da-da-da
Just on my block there's ten single moms
And kids run the street while they're sucking their thumbs
There's a ganghouse on the corner
School on the other we grow
They wanna shift us to build high-rise homes
They can't see us

They can't see us die
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Neighbor Montana, she has three kids
And father of her children, he ran off and hid
They're just kids having kids
My kid's dad's just the same as they grow
Hides his money
So I already don't know
Hopes the truth will die out
He won't die
Da-da-da
And I could say, babe, I gave it away
All my possessions don't matter anyway
As long as there's us keeps the trouble at bay
I would be lyin'
If I said I didn't want for more
Lost all my money in a bad house deed
Lost the dreams too that we thought were for real
If I gave it away would it still hurt to feel
How we grow?
No one cares if the seed's not sown
We try not to die out
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Came here with nothing
Thought I'd build something
Something to believe in is better than nothing
Now that I've lost all of my will to grow
Planet, a seed you know
Watch it grow
All of the seeds you sow
They will grow
All of the seeds you know
Will refuse to die out
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
I could say, babe, I gave it away
All our possessions don't matter anyway
As long as there's us keeps the darkness at bay
I would be lyin'
Yes, I would be lyin'
I would be lyin' if I didn't say
The truth about us
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
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