Well Martin's dream has become Rodney's worst nightmare.
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Can't walk the streets, to them we are fair game,
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our lives don't mean a thing.
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Like a King, like a King, like a King.
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Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King.
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Like a king, like a King, like a King.
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How I wish you could help us Dr. King.
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Make sure it's filmed, shown on national T.V.
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They'll have no mercy.
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A legal lynch mob like the days strung up from the tree.
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The L.A.P.D.
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Like a King, like a King, like a King.
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Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King.
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Like a King, like a King, like a King.
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How I wish you could help us Dr. King.
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So if you catch yourself thinking it has changed
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for the best you better second guess cause Martin's dream
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has become Rodney's worst nightmare.
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Like a King, like a King, like a King.
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Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King.
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Like a King, like a King, like a King
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How I wish you could help us Dr. King.
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Like a King, like a King, like a King.
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Like a King, like a King, like a King.
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Like a King, like a King, like a King.
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How I wish... Like a King, like a King.
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Like a King, like a King, like a, like a King.
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Like a King, like a King, like a King.
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When we will look to the past, look to the past to learn?
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I wish...
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Like a king, like a king, like a king.
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Like a king, like a king, like a king.
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Bye, bye we must go to see the King.
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Bye, bye we must go to face the King.
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You may write me down in history with your bitter twisted lies,
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you may trod me down in the very dirt.
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And still like the dust, I'll rise.
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Does my happiness upset you?
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Why are you best with gloom cause I laugh,
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like I've got an oil well pumpin' in my living room?
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So you may shoot me with your words,
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you may cut me with your eyes,
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and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise.
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Out of the shacks of history's shame,
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up from a past rooted in pain,
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and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise.
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Now did you want to see me broken,
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bowed head and lowered eyes,
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shoulders fallen down like teardrops,
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weakened by my soulful cries.
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Does my confidence upset you?
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Don't you take it awful hard cause I walk,
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like I've got a diamond mine breakin' up in my front yard.
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So you may shoot me with your words,
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you may cut me with your eyes,
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and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise.
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Out of the shacks of history's shame,
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up from a past rooted in pain,
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and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise.
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So you may write me down in history with your bitter twisted lies.
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You may trod me down in the very dirt.
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And still like the dust, I'll rise.
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Does my happiness upset you?
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Why are you best with gloom cause I laugh,
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like I've got a goldmine diggin' up in my living room.
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You may shoot me with your words,
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you may cut me with your eyes,
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and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise.
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Out of the shacks of history's shame,
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up from a past rooted in pain,
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and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise.
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You may shoot me with your words,
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you may cut me with your eyes,
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and I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise.
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Out of the shacks of history's shame,
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up from a past rooted in pain,
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I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise.
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I gonna rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise.
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I'll rise - I'll rise - I'll rise - rise - rise
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Like A King / I'll Rise
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