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when will I feel equal

we can take a bath in the bullshit

so why not take a bath in facts

this shit is serious man and no its not an act


no one man should miss all that shower

if fact lets find out why he wont get in the water

his life is fucked and aint got shit in order

the world been fucked so where do we begin to restore her?

i cant take the hate in the city cause it damn sure aint no love

who gotta heart?

where can I start

feeling the need to make this shit possible by putting the thoughts of my seed before you

feeling the need to make the beliefs of something better my new orders

army of one indeed

heed the warning of the forefathers and its funny in my crew aint no daddies

mothers was the head so what they leave us all together?

4 fathers?

the math aint right but the numbers dont lie

stats are what make us believe

and then they take us to church but back home the faith leave

lesson still aint learned until the earth they leave

tears hit the pavement so much the concrete is drenched

cries from a mother going “not my baby’

another one bites the dust…shit

world fucked up where denial is paramount screaming the same “not my baby”

whirlwind of lost thought and we even losing more focus

i cant figure it or is it a figure 8

the plague of our present is destroying the world like locust

we must focus man!

to do better we need reality

no magic

no hocus pocus man

too many cats think theyre born into this identity

but really born with an ultimatum

fuck the matrix of whats in front of you

think of how how ancestors blazed them trails

so for a moment dont blaze a blunt

but ill be blunt

and fuck a front if our backs aint covered

this shit aint nothing new that was discovered

its all fact

before the war in iraq

before the september 11th attacks

before the gulf war and when they fucked us around in vietnam

both the world wars and the term uncle tom

came a system of eradication

and we are the pawns

dawn of the dead indeed for we are zombies

we been getting smacked in our faces before mitt romney

I mean we been getting treated before kanye west said bush dont like me

aint shit new but then who am I

im just a messenger sent forth by my free thinking

let loose by this free beat

and

brought forth by my keen senses

and not lost like these people

didnt think I could find the reason

to spread my thoughts to the lost people

and then I looked in the mirror

we are those people

yet when will I feel equal?
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