Au Teur

au teur… (apropos spike) stage two act three enters you: action g! just dead bodies in the bloody streets over which we marched our feet trying but failing to stop the follies the unjust cannot give up justice a birthright stolen from the dead: coked chocked shot yet from sea to shinning sea we’re still here transcending ever to be free our seeds unending and immune to all imposed fear ok now got to do the right thing through any means necessary higher learning reigns people are now ready we’re rocking steady plymouth rock is gone and we’re claiming our own floating and stinging freedom ringing: that’s a rap! no more crap!