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Bullets and Ballots
We use bullets, not ballots, and keep time with rhyme ballads
Convicted felons seem cursed- be first speaking rebellion.
With Fifth Battalion, I'm tellin' the world how I feel
Since I still feel hate, built behind gates of steel.
Incarceration's ill, so I say, "Let's Storm the Bastille!"
'cause where we live is war-torn as if we've been born to kill.
His Holy Force is real. Of course, Israel-
but this nation has us pacing facing court appeals.
While lawyers deal lies and cry, "More prisons to build!"
Judges decisions turn hostile, words of the apostles fulfilled.
When fossil fields are pillaged... Our whole village destroyed
I'm begging for mercy on my knees, see how my pleas they avoid.
Please stop these paranoid, droid cops from stalking my family
I'm spittin' written rhymes; they're commitin' crimes to humanity.
Calamity's comeing, there ain't no running from Hades-
I'm beating plows out of swords using words the Lord gave me.
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