people in tha middle
I am not a muslim but I read the final call
because within it's pages there is something for us all
and I am not a professional, but I love basketball
the squeakin of the sneakers they echo in the hall
But if I don't have enemies I'm not doin' my job
I might throw out a curve ball but I never throw a lob
people criticize me but I know it's not the end
I try to kick the truth not just to make friends

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but hey diddle diddle
to the people in the middle
we got hot wax
and it's cookin' on the griddle
Got the guitar strummin
the drummer drummin
the people all hummin
and the vibe was lovin
on and on and on
'till the breakadawn

I am not a jerk although sometimes I act like one
and I am deadly serious about us havin' fun
well I go many places but I know I'm not with you
and I am not a sucka even though I'm stuck on you
each one-should teach one and share with one anotha
so many is out there-that's livin' undercover
your motha your fatha your sista your brotha
your friends and their enemies all have their lovers. Yeah!
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So tell me -the definition- of a "sell out"
cast your first stone-but then get the hell out
people say they know me I can tell you that they don't
people say they own me I can tell you that they won' t
The left and the right they all try to use me
but I' ll be in they faces before they can abuse me
So roll down your window and listen what I'm sayin'
relax ya mind let the band keep playin'
on and on and on 'till the breakadawn
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Tekst: M. Franti