To tha young R to tha E tha B to tha E tha L
Never give up just live up
Fed upon America
We be spittin' it up
Rippin' it up
For an even amount in each cup
To my brothers burning bare feet on black top
Whose curled 'neath tha shadows
From tha gaze of tha cops
Whose huntin' for 9 to 5's through factory locks
Is now hunted on this modern day auction block

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we are the freedom fighters, born as ghosts. strike out, against the government. we have our reasons, w00w00!
bye now, but this is not the first, or last time you will see me...

i am a child of the darkstar