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preaching prosperity in times of war
where's your suit of amour
one size fit all
stop stepping on landmines
stuck under pressure
and, left behind
can you see the sign
the chalked out lines
all the gray areas
don't get carried away by
those good old fashion lies
that wounded us since birth
wondering why it still hurts us
it's suppose to keep us in the dirt
still we rise like, leaven in bread
UP! I say stop sleeping in bed
Alas! we have lost our heads
stuck in the mud, deeper
than the first flood on earth
my blood hurts, my blood hurts
scars all over my blackness
