Cold Blooded
I’ve walked along a lot of mean streets
I’ve seen a white man flogged
Swam out of ship, ten miles out to sea
With every stroke life passing before me
Machine gun inside a violin case
Triple homicide with nothing but a straight face
Wore the noose and took the last breath
Heart kept beating nineteen minutes past death
Nothing to hide and nothing to pretend
Humanity was stripped from me from birth until the end
Plains of wild buffalo who live to die and graze
Indoctrinated culture
Murder through the haze
Built upon a heritage of violence and control
Lady Justice’s tears well up
Dripping through blindfold
Feed the hungry bones and lies
And while you prejudicate
The victimized who built their lives
Upon a conquered native state
Oppenheimer’s miracle, enable cartel wars
The aristocracy dines upon
Napalm smoke and T.V. gore
Now I take a second glance
Towards the free homeland
Ripping itself to shreds upon: customer demand.
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