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Blood white and black
Man is on the attack
all ive known
Men in black suits white shirts
No face face just snakes
Their fangs in the estate
Drain the blood of the nations
Leave no hope to hold
And nothin cheery bout cereal
When baby government poppin souls like cheerios
Its the hallow hole in the middle
Tell me how to fill it a lil
Drugs lust or misplaced trust
In my grandad's flag
Now stained blood white n black
Little left for her
sin and lie seep from her eyes
Spur empty hunger
I search for a fruit
From the forest of the trees
Where the wind blows the leaves
And whispers with ease
Words from a sheet of disease
And the flowers bloom with deceit
Worth no more than toilet paper
The fruit has no flavor
The flesh gushes a dirty rush
Pushin others to hush
All in a rush
To be under covers
No wonder the thirst
No wonder the need
The rain the drops
The greedy he, holds back these
So grab the sheets
Be the monster
From under the bed
Tear and shred
Expose condone
Be better than they that control
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