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Send in the rats to guard the cheese
protect the necks of sanctioned thieves
another death, another coward
whoâs on the clock but off the record
Rough Ride. Slave.
alibis, fast as you can dig the graves
if the fires have to burn all your festering cities half way to the ground
for every one, every dead motherâs son -
then I guess itâs all coming down
because nothingâs left to dignify this excessive farce
for another business quarter or election year
born on the downside of an invisible cage.
death in custody. broken neck of a world in chains.
like itâs an incident and not a system
of the deputized and their excusers
you are collateral
it was acceptable
no lives matter now
cut you down.
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- Radio DJ 97