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Yes:
(Written by Leemonster)
The american dream is an empty mind
A weekly paycheck and a life of crime.
An american flag for sale, shipped from overseas
A class war rainfall with falling dust and pennies.
The holly wood fame blasts a bullet through your brain
Another body on the floor, in the end its all the same.
Where all women are bitches cooking your everyday meal
And you’re still poking at that wound that you’ll never let heal.
We’re a brick wall getting thicker as we put it up block by block
Punch in punch out, love the boss, worship the clock.
Satellite dishes, suburban smiles, southern slave song memories
White hoods went to red ties, now tell me who do you despise.
As Babylon builds we all get thrills, 13 hours a day
Hopped up like Virginia or columbine, black op, lay back and pray.
The voice of the voiceless the mute sounds of the choice less
The advertisements of older brother smother the pointless
Hunger gets thicker the starved children fill with rage
People, we’re equal, it’s about time we face that day.
Still unplugging the chord, now I brought back out my sword
But I’ll wait for the quick to cut each other up before I move.
World enslavement for social entertainment, who is the criminal.
A generation where you’re either dumb enough to go to war and expire
Or you spot the scheme, the scam and light the match to the fire.
As the house of cards build, it’s starting to get unstable
It’s about time now we knock the castle onto the table.
When you see a copper raping a girl on the empty roadside
You take him out, put him down, don’t you cower and hide.
When you see your country kill itself people from the inside
You expose the leeching scum and skin them to the hide.
It ain’t on the media, not in the news, not a part of the U.N.
Not a stolen vote, t.v. remote or a backstabbing friend.
Not a contradiction, or a war spilling blood onto dirt streets
Or an infant killed cold, full of gunshots on the cracked concrete.
It’s a question, a part of life, the denial of mental knowledge.
That book you put down before you were forced onto the edge.
It’s the fist that you made when you saw the lies come crashing down
That vaccine that killed your brother who is no longer around
It’s that draft that they had murdering hundreds of thousands just for
prophet
It’s those crumbled raged lyrics buried in your right hand pants pocket.
It’s asking why, where, when, and demanding a fucking answer
It’s witnessing how those kings stage all this horrific disaster.
It’s the blueprints you’ve recorded but people are afraid so they
deny
But it’s saying again and again so they too start to ask why.
It’s the symphony that plays as the dictator’s boat sinks into the
ocean
It’s a revolution, finding solution, it’s love, courage and devotion.
Burn your dollar bill, let capitalism wear crosshairs
You can hear it, you can hear it, do you hear the snare?
I’m certain there’s more to life than highway sides and strip malls
I’m sure there’s more than expensive caskets and thick brick walls.
More than beer commercials and terror bomb rehearsals on repeat
Problem reaction solution only adds to program of deceit.
More fake terror acts acts acts acts acts
Time to put the masters necks under an axe
Who was the sniper that pulled shot tomorrow?
Inside or outside, there was no gain of sorrow.
The motive was freedom but now we under just as much chain
Using it as a reversal, now what is there to gain.
Back to problem reaction solution, let them choke each other out
Then you go in after they drop, tie their wrists and have no doubt.
2007.All material on this site created by Leemonster. (C)wrong Guestbook