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Look at me with my headphones on
trying to drown out the sounds that
affect my zone.
Turn them down and I have found
what upsets my dome,
A bunch of bombs, bullies, and
bullets that infect my home.
So I blast and blare bass to protect
Otherwise my eyes are raped by a
I tend to cry because I try for a safe
Amazing grace has been replaced by
some Rights turned wrong...
The music plays in the background
The "Powers" say it's not the day for
a background check
The NRA is just a way to save the fat
From many men our minute men
cannot take down yet...
Let's take a tour of when worst
The brutal bombing in Boston,
barbaric butchers of babies,
Now maybe, I'm just a fool thinking
could save me,
But we Americans are dying and
what has "US" done lately?
90 percent want no sales without
and this was not just intuition
not even based on prediction...
More like, recent conditions
that have gotten tons of mention
thanks to cruelest of intentions
disregarded due to wishes, of gold...
But who holds the voice of reason
for a free brain,
Owned by greedy men who want the
world on a key chain?
To be plain, all I hoped for is that
the Government would be sane,
But they're intent on getting rich by
becoming grease stains...
So I just listen to my music,
try my best not to lose it,
in what I have found confusing
in the people who are ruling...
And I keep my headphones turned
When I make hand phones
that which my pinkies and thumbs
I can only find logic with my