I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm lightening the function, the form, far from the norm I wont follow like cattle, I'm more like a catalyst Calm in the mix of battle Who let the cowboy on the saddle. He down know a missle from a gavel Para terror troopin flippin loops of death upon innocent flesh but im back in the cipher my foes and friends, with a verse and a pen against a line I won't toe or defend, Instead I curse at the muderous men in suits of professionals who act like animals, this man child, ruthless and wild who gunna chain this beast back on the leash? This Texas Furor for sure a, compasionless con who serve a, lethal needle to the poor the cure for crime is murder? On the Left, left, right left But its just the march of death I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy vexed and pwerless, devoured my hours im motionless with no rest Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech driveby A lie is a lie this God is an eagle or a condor for war and nothing more Islam peace, Islam stare into my eye brother please off our knees to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across seas what is a flag but a shroud of loud, and outside my window is a faceless crowd Cause a cowering child just took her last breath, one snare in the march of death On the Left, left, right left But its just the march of death Here it comes the sound of terror from above he flex his Texas twisted tounge the poor lined up to kill in desert slums for oil that burn beneath the desert sun Now we split flame flip this game we are his targets takin aim We're the targets takin aim All his targets are taking aim
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