not sit around thinking it is all good
now that we
FEEL FREE
I know this more than any hunger:
NO ONE IS FREE UNTIL WE ALL ARE FREE
TO THOSE
ENSLAVED
by man and country
WE PLEDGE UNTO all that is sacred to us
WE ARE COMING FOR YOU
THE EAGLE is screaming in bloodlust
THE SICKLE drips much regretted drops of life
BRUCE LEE IS BACK ALL PISSED off & UNSTOPPABLE
WE ALL LUST
FOR A TASTE
OF THE ENEMIES BLOOD
After we police the area
WE give you a laptop
teach you to pray words
into this sacred text
rub oil on your feet
pray for your forgiveness
and give you a crown
you SLAVE CHILD
Must lead
YOUR PAIN WAS VALUABLE AND WORTH SOMETHING
You will tell it to our bible in simple words
for all too simple men like me
who need a lot of syllables
to feel like I am reading something worthy
in this overwhelming wave
of worthy books
i feel like i need word games
and layer after layer on every page
Before i WAS knocked into a coma and lost my mind,
I didn't care if my work,
my spoken words or life bored children;
now
something without a name
tells me it is better to talk simple
than lose touch with my teachers
Enslaved Ones we hear your muted crying
in our shared moon
from this day forward
WE WILL ALWAYS SEE YOUR distorted FACE
we are hurting from your PAIN
We have a crew ready to rock
I am a man of my word
from a tribe of our word
your word
the word
we keep our word
We pledge unto our sacred:
WE ARE COMING FOR YOU
No one stops us again.
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