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More Rapcrap
....more crap rap....
This world is changing,
Rearranging
People don't seem to care
Maybe they just Don't dare
Leaders
just bottom feeders
The bad seeders
Thinking they know what's best
We the people, are the rest.
We foot the bill
And have had our fill.
You want to start a war
And what's more
We the people are the ones you send into fight
Ain't right.
You just sit in that chair
Don't care
We go and die,
Our families cry
We are no longer free
That's how it really be.
Can't you see
No body speaks true
Afraid your gonna sue
Tax us till we have nothing to give
This is how we're expected to live
Freedom is gone, it's no longer here
I'm starting to have some rising fear
Unarming us, taking our rights ,a little more each time.
This makes for a scary sounding little rhythm
Taking peoples God out of their school
Now that just ain't cool
Fool
And we are too late
It now becomes our fate.
Everyone loosing their vocation
No need for a vacation
Vaccines , here maybe you'll grow a tail
Maybe that didn't go over so well
Too many survive
Too many left alive
All that jive
You could do better than that
As your egos grow fat
Your words of hate,
Maybe this time they seal our fate
Too many people to feed .
With war, the population they get too weed
We the people, fit the bill
That is the political will
The weak they purge
And a new world appears out of the old
Lives sold
For the better of one and all
We the people , we have to fall
This is what I see
This is how it really be.
No one's no longer free
Copyright ©
William P. Harris
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