1.My Life, Your Rights
I'm slightly retarded
With your lies bombarded
Sit here on my death row
A Texan says I gotta go
My life
Your rights
They slowly drift away
Say thank you and please
God bless you as ya make me sneeze
Republicans say come in
Gonna teach you all about sin
My life, your rights, they slowly...
A lone Jew said I don't wanna be
Part of a club that'll have me
They hung him from a tree
Or so they keep fuckin' telling me
My life, your rights...
Like the horns on the hood
Of a big white Cadillac...
My arms are spread
Inject the culture
That you think I lack
2.We Own The Streets
I may never get
What we're taught to expect
What you call privilege
I call respect
Counting me and my friends
Black sheep until the end
The rights you take we don't fuckin' lend
To 1 p.p., they summon me
Pant legs stained with grease
Deli bag on my seat, as the cops ride shotgun next to me
Meanwhile across the street, Sean Bell's grieving widow bride
Gathers with some friends to cry
Unaware these rights are saying goodbye
We've got to take a stand
No fucking permits
Remove your fucking hands
We're calling bullshit!
Right of assembly, robbed right from under both you and me
My wounded heart grows cold, so fucking cold
It's power unchecked on America's favorite set… but
We're large, never in charge, we own the streets
Manifest at my feet…
City council usurped, as they thanks the cops for invading their
turf...
Feel a dark buzz as I enter their hive, photographed and scanned
Anonymity dies, 50 cops against a back wall grin, 50 shots
they'd
Like to see me have within..
'Till they hear the words from one of their own, see the
weakness in their
Imagined throne, only thing that's worse than a sucker unchecked
is a sucker who knows
He's got nothing left…. Cause
We're large, never in charge, we own the streets
Manifest at my feet…
The uncaged heart so easily offended, sit close to the pole,
never feel your chain end yet,
They drink freely on the rights you expect, till the drunk muth
fucka's wrap a noose
Around your neck…
Power unchecked is in effect, its 50 shots from a drunk ass cop…
Power unchecked is in effect, its 50 shots from a drunk ass cop…
Power unchecked is in effect, its 50 shots from a drunk ass cop…
Power unchecked is in effect, its 50 shots from a drunk ass cop…
3.Fuck Brakes
St. Peter at the pearly gates
Asks me why did I say fuck brakes
You mean we're free to decide？
Might fall, but not today
Fuck gravity
And the USA
Cause we're going down
Either way
Whoa oh- fuck brakes
Mistakes were made
In the land of the free built by their slaves
Taught how to behave by corporate crooks
Digging our mass graves
I never color within the lines
My flags and bridges burn far behind
East side, West side, you lie we die,
Doored and doomed,
Still we fucking ride
Whoa oh, fuck brakes
Again the hell of my jail cell,
Rats and roaches make prisons swell
Your harps and clouds of yesterday,
They drift away
My kitty cats Snotty and Ratt
Wait by the door for sneak attack
Breaking free from my laws and lies
Their sweet meows say
“Fuck it, still we ride”
Whoa - oh fuck brakes
Saint Peter at the pearly gates,
Again asks why？ Did I say fuck brakes？
Like we're free to decide
Might kneel but not today
Fuck religion,
And the USA
Cause we're on our knees
Either way
Live free or fucking die
(We're free to die)
Live free or fucking die
We're free to fuck brakes!
4.Sum May Say
Some may say
I threw it all away
But that's alright, some people are gay
My momma cries,
Cause I live like a suicide
Hey hey, my oh my
What can we do, what can we do？
I need some one to fuckin' sue
There's a feeling in my brain,
But I'm not worried just the same
God says he'll get me a new one
Though I didn't get a train
He fucked up just the same
Cause I got a black 'n blue one
Gonna rip him a new one…
Some may say
I wasn't true with my aim
Either way, its all the same
My momma cries,
Cause pain's a part of my life
Either way we roll the dice
What can we do, what can we do？
King of the Jews can't fuckin sue
There's a feeling in my brain,
But I'm not worried just the same
God says he'll get me a new one
Though I didn't get a train
He fucked up just the same
Cause I got a black 'n blue one
I'm gonna rip him a new one
Maybe, he's only, in my brain
But he seems real just the same
We all die alone
Far from home
Shoulda ripped him a new one
But I was the good son…
5.Father Tells Me
6.Taken Apart
By the strength
Of your heart
Bad po-e-try
Aint gonna,
Rescue me
Cruising outside my favorite Walmart
Me and my buddies in a shopping cart
A man approaches me like a boy in blue
'cept he's wearing green,
'I got a plan for you'
He says,
'Boy, I can see ya got rhythm and style
Bet those itchy trigger fingers make the ladies smile
I got the keys to yer brand new life
Your future scrubbing toilets, far behind
Just come back to my crib
Sign the dotted line
Girls will drop trou and yer moms will cry
Just like your daddy, we'll give you a dose of pride
But these parades will start on time'
That's when he touched my heart
With tales, of stripes and stars
Re-al-ity
Ain't gonna, rescue me!
Cruising down a sandy highway
With me and my buddy the American way
Tin foil thin doors cold got my back
When the lil sand niggaz launch a sneak attack
Next thing I'm flying
In the air
Arms flying off
Like I just don't care
Fell like Jesus Christ cause I'm everywhere
Comin' back to earth,
Know when not where
Land right in a chair with the wheels of four
Predictably the pimps piss on their worthless whore
But I'll give em this, they kept one promise -
Without my arms - I can't clean up Shit!
Just Like Walmart
They got a bargain
On my parts
Bad poetry
Ain't gonna, rescue me
Will a corporation save me？ Will my guns outblaze me？
Will I lay pipe across the sand？ made from melted down wedding
bands...!
Taken apart
By the strength,
Of plastic hearts,
Bad, poetry,
From a pen,
Between my teeth
7.Unity
8.Critical Mass
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