A State of Dismay

**Crookshank** · 03-19-2009, 08:23 PM

Part of a song I'm working on... lemme know whats up

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Let me see if I can quickly rip it properly/
As I watch these wanna bees try to sip it sloppily//
You can take my feet out from under me, you aint droppin me/
You could take the seed out of the weed, but these hypotheses//
Bud more knowledge into the minds of our generation/
Than the right-wing propaganda being fed to the nation//
A space station bein payed for by replubican racists/
Instead of feedin the poor poverty ridden children's faces//
Cuz let's face it, the mind of racist is too basic/
If it gets em the money n power roll up the hood and lace it//
Cocaine litters the streets of all the American ghettos/
Along with heroin, laced bud, g-strings and stillettos//
A future decided by the government leavin the odds tipped/
An emotional mosh pit that you could fuck up a squad with//
I was lucky enough to escape the tar pits of the mental prison/
But some feel there's no reason to even really be livin'//
See that's what that place does when you grow up in it/
It makes you feel real good when you can blow up in it//
Leave the streets infested with my words that lace the youth's mind/
With sick rhymes that'll infect the authority in no time//
The majority will show my skills to the deaf dumb and blind/
So I can bring a revolution apon this country and revise//
Cuz revision is all we need for this ethnic bullshit division/
Races unite, faces blend fight for what's right cuz its sickenin'//
the people gettin' fucked like a prostitute about to be murdered/
she blew the dude, got came on, as she was choked no one heard her//