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There's a stash of swag and bling in lady liberty's lamp
and if you look closely enough her tablet says:
To succeed you can grind along or just be a tramp
you could spin cycle the system -be another government lamb
or pick up your @ss and become your own woman or man-
There are the privileged but they're rarer than one might think
its not a good fit for 300 million blue collars you see on the street-
Hate is thriving in the darkest and brightest corners of society
and in no way is it just a triple k or white supremacy thing
its crept into black and brown hearts and is gathering steam
the media makes alot of green from spinning on our misery.
     Crime-gangs and poverty run ablaze in every big city, 
drugs are painted on every pillar of low and high society
laws are lax and punishments are getting a little to breezy
taxes go to the ogres who get perfume dabbed on the wrist
three squares -free medical- recreation -education-meditation
access to the internet to torment their victims again and again
Freedom is never for free, but pursuit of happiness just may be
darkness wants to bend the barrel of the second amendment 
chainsaw liberty-pull the tongue from the mouth of free speech
tear down every nativity scene while buffing up the pentagram
treating the black book and starry flag like a back alley snot rag.
       Without doubt a second civil war is stirring in the soil
       the blood is filling the pot and coming to a rolling boil
       the masses are hoarding caliber-scripture and bread
       painting a winking bulls eye on the soon to be dead...
       where in the he!! is our wayward god in all this mess?

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