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05 - AKAAK

from Start A Fire by March

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I swing from a rope
That the massa was using to tether me
I wish I was dead so I could rot on your land
Dead by your hand
Decaying in sand
This ain't your bridge
So follow the road to the camp
That your daddy built on slave wages and food stamps
I'll eat dirt by the light of my broken oil lamp

AKA the AK

Jackie O okayed JFK's case
Facts and figures that fly in my face
Maybe I'd concentrate if I had a taste
For El Nino and Waco and chemical waste
Mother dear scrubs the stairwell for hours
While congressmen smoke out their ivory towers
These no respect architects crowd out the doors
And bury their children down under the floors

AKA the AK

I can't make it okay like my confidence I'm atrophied
I'm bored and I'm hungry I lack what I need
With my lawyers I plead and I never succeed
Father nation took mother state's glistening ovaries
My god, what a liberty
What a lie, come on, choke down a slice of the pie
And wash it down with some raw sewage from graves
That we dug for our load-bearing Mexican slaves
We love all our load-bearing Mexican slaves
There's no way up for a wetback in the US of A

AKA the AK

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from Start A Fire, released June 18, 2010

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