This country ain’t nothin but a company’s dream a couple hundred million workers that’s all that they see our hands on our tools, money writing the rules from the sweatshop prisons to the cops in the schools got the middle class livin like it’s gonna last workin longer, harder hours for less & less cash got the media spins, republi-crat twins got the war profiteering for good executive friends got the heroin runnin through the veins of the poor got the ghettos locked down paying blood for the war got the city’s decay, the dealers to pay and the death squads working for the cia you got a million new jobs inside a thousand new jails outsourcing the unions, profit dipin in the scales you got a brainwashed youth, a trumped up truth and snipers aiming rifles on the factory roof you got a 30 min speech full of ooo’s and ahh’s got the cops armed tough out there breakin the laws you got the front row seat to your own defeat you got the tear gas canisters fillin the street you got the laws all written for the rich a
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