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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Every Tribe And every crew Has their members And their brood It’s the bond The soul’s food The unbreakable click To keep the oath pure And keep out the prick It can’t be explained It can’t be strained It can’t be stained It’s the unspoken shield That will not yield If your lucky It’s something you will feel And dare not appeal But seek to keep real Such a precious deal A delicious spiritual meal Do you know of what I speak? It’s the acceptance We seek Safety in numbers For the weak For the meek Shall inherit the earth Its our unity That measures our worth Do you get what I say? It’s humanity’s harmony That I pray Because… Every Tribe And every crew Has their members And their brood It’s the bond The soul’s food Catching the vibe? Feeling the mood? It’s so easy to see Even easier to be Part of the tribe And uniquely me You and I are no different From the last We have a future and a past From the fold we were cast To make our path In this existence Of taught resistance Don’t believe the hype Of programmed tripe Remove your lips From the political crack pipe Stop sucking The glass dick And give freedom of thought A long lick Ya dizzy confused prick Do you understand the message here? Humanity is not to fear But to hold near And stand with my dear It’s the ers We put in charge That live large On our dime Laying the law of the land To bury our head in the sand To keep us all divided And in fear of one another To keep an eye on our brother And never turn our back on the fact That any moment We could be attacked All this mental chaos To keep control of the toilet bowl They created in the first place The answer is simple It’s the fear they create That allows you to mentally masturbate That you are free It’s the constant fuel for your rage That blinds you from the bars of the cage And keeps up stuck on the same page Of the bad novel with no end It’s not love these ers send To many trust Our greedy lust And let our morals rust It’s nothing but a bust For the good ol’ U.S of A. So, I gotta say……. Wake up Ya stupid
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