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Slept on a death bed of nails Sipping on Molotov cocktails Cock out Screaming Fuck the world Cops tripling up the Body count Automatic weapon in the mouth of a beast Celebrities singing about peace I'm singing about Physical blood that we bleed Armored vehicle ATV They just wanna yell about the kids being PC Pepe the frog Drawn on a machine gun Don't nobody wanna admit the Dreams done Martin Luther king Was Martyred for the sin of Believing in humans Even those that hated him Pigs couldn't watch him win Truth is he would even forgive them Sold as a saint Head on a plate Holiday & Street name Face On a stamp By the same state And clan That planned an attack Many years back Never let him live To see everything he did It seems We've been fucked too long like Sting Seen bright eyes turn green This could be the first day of our lives i think Probably gonna ruin it quick It seems We've been fucked too long like Sting Seen bright eyes turn green This could be the first day of our life i think Probably gonna ruin it quick Open an Umbrella to protect from the tear gas Tears still roll down fast Every time we see another innocent killed People cry over broken glass Open an Umbrella to protect from the tear gas Tears still roll down fast Every time we see another innocent killed People cry and forget fast Every time we see another innocent killed People cry and forget fast We're so famous No one's even working Selfie flashing Won't shut up or Focus On a bigger picture All is jokes And Temporary goals And It feels hopeless Never had their Macro lenses open So reaction trumps it all I notice Scream at each other While the boss in the back Counts racks And bones of those who died from covid Marx had Called it long ago Monopoly capital grows too large to control Neo-liberal Saviors try to ease it But will never make a vaccine For Corporate Diseases Please Feel free To disagree But we see History repeats Consistently Fisticuffs came and went The system Ripped us up And left the left For dead Bodies and brains And creativity Drained For the profit and gain Of a slave master Paying the minimum wage Natural disaster, Cancer, Get the fuck out of my face I don't got an answer But they're acting Like it's a privilege To sit and speak In this country That wouldn't even Flinch or weep For innocent teens Shot In city streets By these obscene Cowardly police Dancing and celebration can be the Physical manifestation of a scream Burning down a police station May be the Physical manifestation of a scream