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The system, the victims, the death so arbitrary The wealth lies deceitful religious hands that carry The crimes of the guilty, the coldest calculation No freedom, no disco for sovereign foreign nations [Boots Riley] A pistol, a plan, a list of demands I hold onto shit my fist understands Lifted again, a fifth's in my hand Liquid to land for those ditched in the sand I'm socialistic, they so sadistic Flashing off they ring, don't go and kiss it Flashin' on our green when dough is minted Police after me, please know I sprinted Now dope is blended, it transported, vended Our notes, they spent it, we can't vote and end it 'til folks have risen, there's no decision We make the motor move, they chauffer driven Right now we can't shine right, like a broken prism I figured out the 14th is a broke amendment Take this to the office, tell 'em "up the offers" Cut us in on the profits or we suspend it [Stza] It's a mark of the feds that all left us for dead Put a bullet in your body and another in your head Letras de cancionesThey come up with excuses for all their abuses Cover up their corruption like they hide all your bruises Homogeny's a sign that you're doing something wrong So if you're banking on my misery, you best move along While you're counting on your stack, we'll be on the attack When it's boots from the coup with the stza of crack From the police state that macrocosm of hate To the kids yelling "peace" in the belly of the beast Broken mirrors in their eyes, hella blood on their breath Cuz they're praying to the bank and they're banking on your death Deception and doom we're all taught to consume The ghetto breeds revolt with a strong sense of doom Explosions at the airport pack a message and a boom 9/11 'til infinity from the dumpster to the mother-fucking tomb The system, the victims, the death so arbitrary The wealth lies deceitful religious hands that carry The crimes of the guilty, the coldest calculation No freedom, no disco for sovereign foreign nations From Letras Mania