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Lyrical therapy for this political parody that's always daring me,
seeking a reason to bury me. Bear witness with me, and keep listening
to this seditious resistance it may preserve your existance
Let's say, for instance one day, your stopped by the cops
and start to act up; they call for back-up assistance.
Off in the distance, police recieve A.P.B.s
helicopters fly through the skies ILLUMINATIng the streets.
Invading fleets sweep and penetrate these hoods.
The laws have labeled us gangs, put us all in chains if they could.
They make this understood, by the hate they display.
The same rules that oppress us, expect us to obey.
Our youth's abused by the system through these turbulent times.
So crews choose to fuse together to make a difference with rhymes.
Blind minds find faith staying daringly spiritual,
While praying for a miracle...
our therapy's lyrical.
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