Rarin’
Race
If you
knock ‘em out there’s nothin’ anyone can do
Politics
at the retail level for me and you
Talk like
a regular person and frighten the governing
Act like
a boss and take your country back after the reckoning
Collusion
is no illusion when politics has no solution
Press the
flesh with dead presidents and politicos become subservients
Look
around and witness the destruction of your town
That
great loud sucking away all the jobs, recognizable sound
Hear the
wind and rattling chains with leaves tumbling along the ground
Used to
be the sound of working and laughter in the factory compound
Now
sadness and emptiness, see the drugs and drunkenness
Frustrations
and hopes dashed for confidence is in darkness
Time to
roll back the sloth of the backrooms and destroy the Marks of Cain
On their
foreheads dollar signs that depict the People’s pain
Rise up
and push to make America
greater than before
Great
stories of true heroes, red white and blue adore
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