Filty Coat
Her coat said I really don't care, do you
Since you asked I do
They always used fear tactics on the weak
Al Kaida, ISIS Black men Brown Men border tweak
None of them have an army marines or air force
They will walk and swim here of course
The weak seek shelter in their bible or a gun
No where to be found when the fighting was done
The warriors are cast off like lepers when they are done
Suicide, homelessness hospital waiting lines hidden Son
The halls of Congress are filled with cowards
They but fighting boys but only use words
The masses cry for protect of imaginary foe
While boys die and the rich rake in the dough
She really doesn't care nor do they
Only idiots will continue to kill and die and pay
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