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HOOK:I'm a straw man, raised in a modern worldIn the hills of the capital, I can't get any workA misfit in the midst of a capital surgeA vagabond scarecrow with not maize field to go toHey, straw man praised in forgotten wordsAll I witness are giants wilt away my worthI'm sick to the gut as the anger swirlsScarecrow man, simply a straw manVERSE I:A honk, honk behind ya, are my people listeningPoetry is in motion trying to draw your perceptionsAs this millenium hit, a grand corporate shiftAnd this perpetual drif brings greater economicsPolitics is in a whole new overdriveTo bribe, the lay man and revive the power to buyFrom the Zimbabwean debateTo the black U.S head of stateDemocracy the latest comodityAt the grand table of policyDo't think of condescension, listen to what I'm sayingWomen becoming presidents witout enough influenceThink! Your attention is beinge sparred withThe humane battle they took so long to addressLetras de cancionesAnd suddenly, the subtleties are in a finer concerntrationThe coincidence of Obama and the latest recession!HOOK:VERSE II:For years it has been the acknowledgement of manThat the prevalence of harmony is the emergence of a championThe question is, who ismost fit to govern humanityFor an eternity we've agreed and sucked at unityEgotism and a cunning diplomacyHas brought hedonists to being the makers of policiesAnd to those who lose jobs and really are in needIn Africa you starve unless you live illegallyThe makers of the greater crime, remain inchargeSetting the police hounds on the weak and the starvedAnd they possess the press, so they won't ever confessBut then again we all know this, it's all such a messWhat I pray is in the lands of independenceWhere freedom and justice are in a rhetorical pressWe might start making a little extra roomTo accommodate the scarecrows we forcefully removedHOOK:VERSE III:A honk, honk once more is somebody there?Am I betrayed by the ears of tose who claim to care?The timitd, big hearted in pipe dreamsOnly awakening to perpetrate a similar tyrannyCoz in an environment of a capitalistThe derilicts are the powerlessTheir voices are for pacifistsWhose sympathies are a paralysisAnd, they can not be fronntrunners for any convictionMartyrs of a religion are a mythical preachingUnfortunately cause is juxtapose with consequenceComplements of attempting to overthrow any dominanceTo my president and all members of governmentMy conviction is a bold and simple statementTo the earnest and benevolent continue in perseverenceBut I hope the malicious and malevolent burn in a hell in a penance!HOOK: From Letras Mania