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Too Tall Towers
Ignorance of the masses and abuse of power
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I use a lot of aliases and alternate persona's when I write online. The character I created, whose perspective I tried writing from, was a black kid around 15 years old who was frustrated with the mainstream in general. Excuse the use of "fags" and be assured that it's not used in an anti-gay way.

Too Tall Towers

Let me tell you a tale of treason,
A reason, if you will, to kill:

Two towers fell, right?
Important that we fight, alright, but still,
Why dwell? It’s cuz the media makes money with every pill,
With every schill the media mills out
More of the masses become devout - devout haters,
Masturbaters jerking off with every purchase,
Of every flag, draping the shit over their shoulders,
Armchair soldiers in red, white and blue drag,
It’s sad that these fags are glad to see Amerikkka like this,
Sad that hicks listen close to shit spit by media outlets,
Rednecks made pets to a propaganda machine,
I bet you never even seen Uganda or Sudan,
Cause the TV news chooses the shit you see,
And why would they show you a land without oil,
And the machete genocide going on on that soil,
When Iraqi coverage pays the most?
While brown skin slits brown throats near African coasts,
Brown bodies drown and float near home,
No plan from majorities where minorites roam,

But don’t worry yourself when you got that dope car,
Tryin to be a rock star writin rhymes through rough times
without thinkin too far - into the future,
Go find your chemical suture, your weed,
Don’t pay heed to me or my mind’s frustration,
Go play your playstation while freedom’s lost,
At freedom’s cost, after slaves slaved in plantations,
And forefathers forged a new nation, and for what?
For you to sit with eyes shut while throats get cut.
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