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letra de the outskirters - sintax.the.terrific & dj kurfu

[sample]
we can do it
yes, i think we can. sometimes i can tell when things are true. sometimes i can see it

right across the line
kidnapping ‘em blind
children of the meso-american kind
barely a hair between the cop and the crime
and so rarely are they not there blocking the find
los ninos sublime in car trunks and bas-m-nts
the pantomiming terror of a politics complacent
“mama it hurts the way that they hold me
tell me that today is the day that i go free
praying how you told me laying in this lonely
room of a dirt floor red clay adobe
banditos they show me fingers that they coldly
cut from the last child’s hand, got a nose bleed!”
socialite mexicano parents pay the ransom
without recourse because police will take no action
3 days later in a bathroom laid
the body of their child decomposed before they paid

these are my claws so this is my clover
these are my t–th so this is my turf
these are my guns so this is my border
this is my wall so this is not yours
this is my gate so this is my garden
this my bomb so this is my oil
this is my prison so this is my pardon
this is my deed so this is my soil
this is my skin so this is my status
this is my pay scale so this is my neighborhood
this is my kinfolk so this is my inheritance
this is my power so these are my goods
this is my party so this is my platform
not to persuade but to conform some mourn
this is my court this is my unborn
this is my body so this is my scorn
this my church so this is my god
and these are the ways you that you may relate to him
these are my pews so this is my dress code
this is my charity so this is where it goes
this is my school board so this is my science
natural selection finds intelligent design
this is my majority so this is my marriage
this is my majority this is my majority
this is my majority this is my majority

round up your pistols pitchforks and torches
townpeople mobbing to the border where the force lives
brick by brick and clanging of the hammer
framing in the star spangled english speaking banner
did i stammer? this is anglo-saxon grammar
so hable espanol somewhere else manana
lose the bandana and your swarthy complexion
is pollutin’ this hearty white skin tone collecting
i’m a cornpone bred boy your disrespecting
backed into a corner my very way of life is threatened
cuz no matter what i do i can never see myself in you
and frankly life’s too hard to try to get a better view
i said a few things that i really probably shouldn’t have
but you came here illegally and take things that you shouldn’t have
i got five kids scr-ping to live
taking my lot i got nothing to give, nada

if we bare our t–th they will back down
to crack down we will work to build up a wall
track down the aliens they’re working in your back yard
pursuit of happiness and amnesty for all

modern-day samaritans so who is your neighbor?
naturalized citizens and the ones with green papers

it ain’t an immigration song it’s a human being song
question is do you have the guts to sing along

the wall that keeps ‘em out is the box that keeps us in
the wall that keeps ‘em out is the coffin that we’re dying in

- sintax the terrific dj kurfu

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