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Too much yellow tape,
But no caution.
Safety's being sold,
At an one hundred thousand dollar auction.
The reviews states that 75% of the owners had lost it.
And the little they have left,
Still leads to death too often.
Still leads to threats too often.
Because the graveyards are filled wit people,
That stood up and fought it.
..And the ones that got caught in.
Ask the government and hear them say,
They never would have thought this,
Could ever happen even though they taught this,
And brought this.
See,
They see it as a sale.
We see it as a cell.
Trapped in the violence,
As earth transforms into hell.
We don't speak,
So we are seen as the chickens,
And minority violence is the stone.
Dead man gone.
Alive man in jail....,
And when he gets out,
The cycle once again begins.
He will either be the dead or the alive man at the end.
And it never ends,
Cause if you got anything bad on your record,
You can never win.
Getting over looked at the job interview you attend.
Applications you hand in,
Gets tossed in the bin.
And you got bills you gotta pay,
You signed that contract with a pen.
So you end up back on the corner,
Sellin dope again.
Hope is at an end.
Rope's the new trend.
Soap's removed from skin.
Notes is by a boat,
In the polluted water,
Where it's dissembled pieces soak in.
They drained the water,
Where are acing ancestors had to wait to go in.
Making sure their strength was going to float in.
Now the water of the weak is what we soak in.
There's holes in their plan,
And we gotta poke it.
We are being corrupted,
You gotta know this.
Strength
You gotta show it.