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on their coffee tables
No one else knew what to do
But the AFB members came through

The American Foundation for the Blind
They wont back out in a black out;

I Have a Dream

Martin Luther King, Jr.

In Search of Freedom

1968

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

To establish foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extreme
That everything becomes poisoned and corrupted.
We can become media personalities, but it

hundred thousand bodies on the pile?
With a foundation of millions?
It’s the American way, baby (Hahaha)
I make a killing
Racks on racks on racks, got that

A new American revolution has
Begun not against
The forces of a colonial kingdom
But a rebellion against an oppressor
That has risen among us
It is

We sit and we wait
And we think, do they care
As we stare deep into their eyes

Verse 1
Mayhem:
Yo Haze, who they better than
I'm a veteran
Now they

the fuck want to do this
Just a product of my choosers
Not my choices
But they'd rather come destroy this
Foundation, now my eyes are gone
Right-Wing

like my heritage, American, the Civil War
Afterwards, we forgot the folks we fought it for

To build up who built this country from the bottom floor

every scaffold of american life
I've given them cover in the corners
Of my own mind
The shadows keep me blind
My beating heart cannot abide it
I am so

to the few
Feel the Hudson what I'm jumping into
I think the answers in my blind spot
Hard knocks make a fine song
Make a fine tune, have it fine-tuned
Now

Behind Enemy Lines

Dead Prez

Let's Get Free

2000

ghetto child got turned into a killer
His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
Used like a pawn by these white North Americans
Momma couldn't handle

astounding how reality is out to blind you
In the dark, send the search party out to find you
Writing haikus
Can't where tied shoes
'Cause I might noose up

to y'all, but how I spit, I'm a veteran
I break all scales, motherfuck a comparison
I see all evil, yet never had me a nemesis
Predict heat, from my mouth,

that can rival even Rhodes
But it's foundation is built in bone
From the ruins of the Garden of Eden
Where now the heathens have made their home

lips
Thin hips from bass trips
Crack the concrete foundation
Disrupt the platelets
Everybody's waiting
For the next high
On the subway
Watching

call him triple K, cuz he killed 3 niggas
Another ghetto child got turned into a killa
His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
Used like a pawn by these

on when your team is strong
Or your team is gone
Nothing like a team of one
Or when your team has won
The title
Now we're all American Idols
Now let's open

In my eyes we walk a fine line along the blind side
But it was truly my kind who up and lost our vision
I got kindred in a past that ain't too distant

from my typical style
Which I find fits within this mindset
Of the listeners who might get what I rhyme with
But stay blind, deaf cause they find that

You got the bass to feel it low
Down deep in your soul
Might even tickle your toes
A little bit
But the flow
It holds true to the foundation

or hesitant.
Confederate flags, American hate, the rich, the peasants.
Slave chains replaced by cuffs, 3 hots and a cot
Or being shot on the spot for complying

a 16-year-old American-Asian 
Part of the equation 
Shoved, bullied, accused of carrying the disease
Not even Chinese 
With no symptoms 
Did they test him in