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Now you in the shit zone. Come and have a sit down. Welcome to the aftermath, apocalyptic vision. Hide the racism, sexism, classism. Touted by the leaders you've elected, fascism. America, the great one, white hate rage on. No more post-racial topic conversations. Every minority group, check out the station. You just got the message. Half of them want You to get gone. Back to where you came From, back into your slave home. Back to when the white was right and Black Simply stayed wrong. Still we couldn't stay long. Sang a song of freedom, and we fought until The day come. Ain't nobody giving up the spirit. Gonna stay strong. Bring it for your patron, But recognize it. Everyone has been betrayed and Taken. The government been sold out to corporations. While go after CEOs who try to run the Nation. It's the same frustration written on the Faces of the tax-working class, stretched thinner Than a peso, just trying on the daily to Bring home the bacon. They're sick and tired of Waiting, asking, "Why I got to fake it?" Let's just hope the disciples don't start kicking in Doors, taking them, dragging them and bumpy Un-Americans. Panel congressional, Ladies and gentlemen, fuck that shit. Now I'm saying America's in trouble, Obviously. The media's over-hyping it nauseously. Beating us over the head obnoxiously. Broadcasting the panic for us all to see. The vast damage that's done to the nation's fabric That runs with the blood of tragic accomplishments In the past that affected the present drastically. If you're looking for the seed of inequality, This country's recent history and race and Self-identity is obvious its cause. You may never get a story on it, besides The fact that they done based the movie Glory On it. And you could try to fight it, Put a gang of lawyers on it. Still outlast the horrors of the moment, get the Proper story. Prime time if you do the damn Crime, but if you got shot by the cops, Well, that's fine. Blue lives matter till the aliens Have landed, then it's shoot the blue bastards, then It's humans over everything. Hate when it's convenient Till it's till almost it's Almost meaningless. meaningless. No sign Born slight Of weakness, of weakness, fragile fragile ego ego on A on fashion a fashionist. list. Throwing Going out A guesstimate out again as to what the lesson Is. Totally unqualified and woefully uneducated. Is this the best we get? Village full of Idiots. Cutting off the nose to spite the face To keep the titties big. It's so surface and superficial, And it's crumbling, tumbling down. Coming to get you now. Huh, ain't a doubt, get him out. Ain't no need to shout him out. You know who the fuck I'm talking about. Fuck him and his lying fucking mouth. From the East to the West, from the North To the South. He trying to raise the temperature And bring these guns out. I mean, till all of these guns run out. I mean, until the gun store's sold out. We getting You ain't gotta mansplain it