Same Old Song Qusai (Ft. Arabique, Kosher Abz & Majeed)

[Chorus: Arabique]
I don't know what I've been doing wrong
It's like every one's the same old song
And I pray that I don't break and fall
So I gotta make it out before, gotta make it out before
They rip up my soul

[Verse 1: Abz]
Why they try to take your rights from this life?
But they don't want you to dream, want you to believe what they tell you [?]
Now tell me what am I supposed to believe?
If everything I see in front of me is disguised to the sea
I know this life as it is, enough to know what it is in this life
The rich get richer
Just spend enough money to keep the poor poorer
Ain't nothin' here for us, all I gotta slap down a verse between each chorus
Can you hear me now? I really got it
But I wouldn't, if a rich Jewish man said that I'm about it
Got me stuck between selling out
And thoughts of rebelling and let the realness [?]
And flight never had a place in my heart
How am I supposed to know, I'm blackin' out in the dark
I need a migraine to prove my mind ain't gone
As I desperately collect and read all the words to my song

[Chorus: Arabique]
I don't know what I've been doing wrong
It's like every one's the same old song
And I pray that I don't break and fall
So I gotta make it out before, gotta make it out before