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...and more at 11
02:35
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The nightly broadcasts,
Their faces fill your eyes
And yet you can’t see how
Power serves to victimize
The growing reports,
Met with banality
This is not a new norm
It’s festered for centuries
Don’t forget to flinch
When the blood hits the screen
Don’t let it cloud your vision
Of the American dream
These filthy streets
Never were paved in gold
But baptized in blood
As the cases go cold
How long,
Will you succumb to apathy?
Signaling virtue,
For all eyes to see
Measuring life,
In hollow apologies
Nows the time to rise
And purge this disease
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2. |
By the Hands of Impunity
04:00
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Thick smoke engulfs
The protest lines
Servants of greed
March in time
The swine have shown
Where they stand
Through violent disregard
Towards their fellow man
Is this justice upheld?
Protecting and serving self
Denying due process
On the streets Sentencing death
What’s the market price
Of human breath?
What entitled you
To reap it from their chest
No clearer effigy
Of those oppressed
Than a tyrants knee
On a fucking neck
They write the reports,
To blur the truth
See how things change
When it’s their necks
In the noose
You see the bodies on the screen
Refuse to acknowledge what it means
A society desensitized
Lulled to sleep
By white lies
Claim there was no bias
When you looked into their face
Lie that your actions
Weren’t carried out in hate
Could you feel the fear
When you looked into their eyes?
Did you feel superior
When you took their lives?
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These twisted branches
Matured from blood soaked roots
And bore a yield
Of most bitter fruits
You can hear them marching
From fucking miles away
Armed with talk of birthrights
And their forefathers slurs
The hate of the father
Inherited by the son
The white hoods of old are exchanged
For the badge and a gun
The world watches
As you play victim across the stage
A coward in royal blue
While another’s in their grave
Coward in royal blue
Did you make your father proud?
Did you uphold his legacy
Traditions of atrocities.
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The scapegoat image
Of white hoods in the night
Circle illuminated
In the burning cross’s light
This beast has far deadlier heads
Hiding right in plain sight
The worshippers of nine to five
The Clerics, Suits and Ties
This is how it’s always been
Deception sown
By wealthy men
So concerned with where the boot treads
You fall into opposing sides
All the while hidden hands
Serve to maintain the divide.
Do you find comfort in blindness?
Complacent in Sycophancy
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