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Rusted irons trap mental, thoughts essential Mask meticulous movement towards central Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but times concurrent Displace visual with iller words, Im slurring Inferred meaning missed target, Minute margins Make the most hardened crumble when theyre forced silent Our only virtue left is pure violence Remain defiant Incarcerated souls sold to build empires I grow tired of tyrants passed as presidents Evidence to theft swept under oval carpet As inmates and children kept starving True criminals walk free with presidential pardons. Somber note takes hold of optimistic Mind that tongue they surveillance visits Nostalgic visions bring us back to days of backspins When trivial infractions got your jaw fractured Shattered lineage from land of US sanctions Indebted servants to democracy Feed their families with mere pennies Theres that truth you seek... Knew you wasnt ready Implications too heavy The stickup kids I fear wear three-piece suits Subdued murders lose their meaning when you stand accused Most my people was born with their necks in noose So now I wander own streets verses packed in twos Some succumb to pressure Resort to drastic measures Modern slavery sanctifies corporate greed Economies solely based on prison industries Becomes reality Dilutes humanity Our common enemy has long since won Paint melanined as monsters for years to come Brushstrokes evoke sage in this heathen MC A beast caged in the heart of the city This beast caged in the heart of the city Circumvents common speech Gutter tongue kept filthy Histories passed in handshakes Wisdom achieved Victorys always fleeting for these pseudo MCs Trapped by narrow minds Eyes blinded Political prisoners terrorized in confinement Confirms what we learned of US police state Asphyxiate the people they claim to liberate While you debate Democrat Republican... They ran the game on poor again Latins and Africans Chained at wrists and ankles Create profits for world bankers This heart filled with rancor Resurrected by this modern Rome Where hates condoned Inherent anger strangles what night has shone Found shelter when conscienceness faltered Weve all been offered as Abrahams son on ruined alter.
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 11:08:50 +0000

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