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At Chruchills in Miami. LYRICS: Another drone spotted they probably looking for me strings are getting tangled now these puppets looking funny We die for crooked money, surviving through the culling and try not to become it but they lying to the public They flying right above us , but instead we bow with these IPADS in our face we stay looking down Look around and you see these human lives tortured Have to stay awake till this brutal times over. Psychotropic drugs suicide soldiers take there own lives while they chose to die for us control us program us now the plans to have us looking like James Holmes and Adam Lanza. Cram us in hospitals and give us cancer body scanners that scan us put down ya cameras and get your hands off of me BAM you on the canvas This aint the answer to the problem thats at hand we just need to realize we all have a hand in this. You be surprised by the power we have we can do this. These bankers got a death wish the fiscal cliff tippin they blowing their whis
