except they aren't really drums
they're the moans of the hungry
whose skin and bones line the roads
of our country
Like the millions of citizens
that are victims to big guns
or victims of rich men
surviving on victims
that are victims to big guns
or victims of rich men
surviving on victims
shouting out demands
holding firepower
when these people learn to dance
pay them by the hour
Slay them by the day
spend their final minute
with a gun to face
shooting up the gimmick
he thought it was the way
that way is not ours
we can not betray
the collar of the coward
Court them in the courtroom
with a portrait of their fortune
say what we would say
and report back its importance
censoring the way we
speak and eat and fuck
why the fuck do you insist
on controlling all my drugs
We struggle and display moments of hope
repeat everyday like a slave, it's a
joke
We can't save the slaves
it's safe to say so
erase today
and waste away old
it's safe to say so
erase today
and waste away old
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