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Rumble boy rumble,

as I am stuck in the struggle,

I am eager to see the sun in november,

so I can then discover,

the reality without illusions on hands,

this mind drives me insane,

get a cold blue steel and point it at my head,

cause aint that the life style we live today,

we kill each other without a thought,

but luckily I was trained and taught,

with the boys with a vision,

no more holding the rags on hand,

just a paper and pen to discharge

all this ink within my head,

I have now something to fight for

which is more of a reality than before,

fuck trying to control the streets,

I want the whole land,

cause this visions that where revealed on my mind,

has my inspiration in a all time high,

I will spilled blood and hold it tight,

not for a joke like the ones in the late night show,

but for the people who deserve to be consider

more than aliens in this nacion,

mind getting out of control,

but the verses and words numb the corazon,

I hold it still, I don’t robe and steal,

just robin hood it cause times are ill,

seems the time is getting closer,

for us to open the eyes and get ready to move forward,

so I will refill my ammo, pen and paper,

books of knowledge, my mind without a chip,

quotes of gueverra folded around my hips,

sitting calmly as I hear our people walking about,

just hoping when the smoke clears out,

we can wake up in the mornings,

and feel the breeze of freedom

settle upon our arms

-che