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Land of the Thief, Home of the Slave (Recorded)

The wealthiest human beings need me,
Their greed achieves for it is we who fuel their machinery,
communities divide like they must pick teams,
Told to choose a political party by their TV,
Deceived to believe this country is still a Democracy,
In capitalism the top dog watches with a grin,
A zero sum game means we get nothing when they win,      
So those in control stole the show,      
If I go toe to toe with these foes,      
Flows that expose may result in a group of crows,
Whoa....
Better lie low,              
challenging the  largest egos,      
So carve what I wrote into Rosetta stone,      
Better yet let these words rest on your flash disk,      
Disseminate this,      
Racial stereotypes are a myth,      
What do you risk from becoming non-complacent?      
Look at the police statements and claim they are not racist,      
Losing patience because  I want no stake in this fake matrix,        
The basics used by the world patrons are persuasive,      
If we unite they may turn abrasive,
put humanity through its paces,      
Safe to say even the greatest nation needs a replacement,      
No more debt payments,
no patience for enslavement,      
Do you see the blatant arrangement?      
You work hard while they vacation,
Your dreams wasted,
They run the operation,
Look at the houses left vacant,
And look at the cases-
individual's can’t afford the price of being born,  
Let alone support a family always struggling for more,  
After minorities they will just hate the poor,    
We all have delusions of grandeur,      
But I am unsure how much more we can endure,      
at this rate what will it take to secure our fate,
when self-hatred is the affliction,        
I've seen the busy bee's believe the system’s mission,
Seen their miseries and the sweat glisten,  
As they're bent into a  position,    
A transition to submission,      
Please recognize suicide is a crime,
So we can’t even destroy their opposition,      
They would rather you enlisted,        
Use you as ammunition,      
Or even better put you in prison and earn a commission,  
While politician’s crimes have not been forgiven,      
They think we are blind and can't tell that it's scripted,
Listen, I wish this was fictitious,

I’ve been misguided, a product of where interests coincided,
Media blur the lines to divide the like-minded alliances,
Besides, their opinion does not need a reply in the comments,
Surprise, I tried to defy it but got tied to a bed, my Eye’s pried, dose applied to the head,
Minds often collide but my thoughts occur worldwide when I’m dead,
To that end, some move ahead, some are stuck contemplating mistakes for which they already bled
Instead I contend, don’t spend a thread of you thought process on what they said,
I spread what I have read so I’m surrounded by thoroughbreds to the fullest extent,
You consume augmented content and don’t dissent, they own you mind without consent,
You don’t try to prevent this torment like you don’t get its intent or that we won’t regret,
That the largest audience segment is misled by current events,
Some burying heads has an effect on the whole populous,
A collective consciousness,
Deceptive dominance,
Domestic consequence,
Active yet autonomous,
Radioactive incompetence is imminent,
By an intricate Instrument of profit designed to cosset their wallets,
Legitimate innocence too often still fill coffins,
While vigilant businessmen commit modest fraud to cover their losses,
Media middleman articulate other predicaments, forget about the audit on the docket that would incriminate the bosses,
I don’t know what the cause was but this what the is what product is,
I posit that that the fourth branch has no business in being honest,
They are just a faucet to soften reality into gossip,
audible chocolate,
I hope you turn of that none-sense especially in front of your children,
They are too young to be victims of the system,
The symptoms are consistent even in Britain,
Written convictions like this were brought to existence to share wisdom,
Listen to the twisted resistance I listed,
That I have gifted in rhythm to assist you,
In seeing things through my prism in hopes you gain perspective,
It seems objective justice is defective and the new directive is to protect the well connected,
I’m no impressive detective, but its seems the people’s needs have largely been neglected,

This was recorded in one take. It is not perfect but I am working on it!
Written by gazellemon (Bradley J)
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