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[verse]
pulling up at reuter’s in a rolls royce
sporting corduroys i had imported and some gold
coin a quote on how the old manipulate your choice
how they rip away your voice, so they won’t be forced to
listen _ death to the forebearers of our discontent
less for barry, but it varies, buried in cement
that debt you carry should’ve barely ever gained a cent!
but the men that stole your savings kicked you out for missing rent
that pressure to your step means nothing to the landlord!
they skipped the checks while telling us we “should’ve planned for it”
no understanding, just pro_capital propaganda
to double damage (panic), i should go renew my passport
but we trapped within the walls we built, a monkey’s paw
couldn’t mask the masses, short of magic_casting wands
they got the junkie_jaw for all the trash they wanna purchase
walking wallymart to cough on every f_cking surface
really makes me nervous, the service industry been cursed
with working through their murder with a curtain on the urgency
y’all must be certain that you’re never wrong
i hope the surgeon doesn’t chuckle when you slide along, eternally
myths aside, i been searching for a reason
that the people don’t seem earnest in their yearning for meaning
and i’m leaning towards a creeping suspicion that we been got, y’all!
‘cause it can’t be the one signed to top dawg
it’s not gall, it’s honesty, i’d recommend you try it
you’re supposed to eat your pride, but y’all been on a diet
it’s not mine alone to call, but it’s been awfully silent
shy of time_old tyrants making clients of violence
got the irises of everybody glued to the models
and those re_financed cars, you don’t know how to throttle
these ain’t some naive bars that i wrote to be hostile
but i don’t see no stars tryna light up their bottles, just pop ‘em
[hook]
i want a riot, i want the gangs in the streets
executing any man whose uniform says “police”
i want the lion’s head, i want to die in peace
i want to see the congressmen all lining up on their knees
and not some fake solidarity from nancy pelosi
i need nothing short of parity for those of my homies
that been growing in the shade below the past we call “holy”
shoot a yankee in the noodle, call the act magaroni, it’s dandy

[verse]
i got sp_ce for all your fallen_off complaints
they been dolling_up your saints, let me serve as the rain
fervent pollinator of the brains that observe me
it’s a pain from the derby, a workhorse in his reins
we don’t aim the sights correctly, it’ll cost us a mint
nothing deadlier than faith in an original sin
a little too into the gin is when your typical image
of a god_fearing man offers you a lemon for christmas
this is the type of sh_t you tell yourself is “fake news!”
better playing ignorant than owning up to the ruse
you’ve lost your right to choose, ‘cause you’re too stupid for it
the guide that died of dysentery after losing the forest
mind the mighty prairie and the buffalo’s ghost
it was genocide created by corrupt and corrosive
don’t find the motive persuasive? but the suffering atrocious
i would say you’ve been lobotomized, that’s my diagnosis
it’s hopeless…

- the thought

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