new shit i wrote
been a fucking while
thought id drop some shit here like the old fucking days, goin on 5 years now man
whats good old heads?
kangaroo court (for the english heads to relate to, unfinished too)
world wide waitin for the hammer to strike
the biased judges hands cast the fire tonight
oiled and slicken with the orders to fight
and command a reigime to send fire to plight
bombing nations, tell me wheres their god now?
they prayed tonight just to die in bomb-towns
democracy? its a kangaroo court
above the law, they live for you to die by the sword
lies from jaws, to squeez tax through our pours
for wars and the chancellors porsche of course
take resource by force and ruibuild the nation
let the greiving wail as their prone, enslave them
de-sensitised, no one cares even though they realise
cus we busy moaning at the minimum wages
minimal rise and criminals rights
in the daily mail an times
and if your proud to be british, your a racist
is st georges day even remembered or celebrated?
you cant erase the empire or the mess it created
by forgetting our culture and promotin other places
untitled (wrote a while back)
this is the age of aquarious, the birth of life
holdin the power like nefarius when burnin mics
struggling to hide all the pain an fight
untill the demon inside metamorphosised
aggy as fuck at the man in sight
my reflection a digression from my heart inside
led to plight from the womb by a guiding light
so bright, without it the world u'll die
strife for the seeds who inherit the genes
but i keep in stride so i can multiply
from post war dreams after smashin the scene
to start off where the vultures left my soul to die
i feel the pain of a metropolis on the verge of apocalypse
trapped inside and shiethed in a sarcophagus
fuck the politics mockin us, this monotonous
bollocks is like livin life in a covinant
call me icarus, with the wings of a novice
whose fall from grace was worse than catastrophic
he built himself up a higher wage and profit
till he died, suicide from the stress in office
its the same we change for coins and notes
till father time draws the blade from across your throat
in the grand scheme of things its a task to cope
cus on the down lo though, theres no antidote
i dont live life on the edge, id rather dream instead
about fields i blessed where the wheat is fresh
and my family grow without fears and debt
a city life is too hectic
a change cant come unless u let it
or switch contanants and pray that your accepted
we lack direction unless pays on next shit
played slick, on this governments slave ship
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Originally Posted by Ronin
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