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letra de the collapsing 20's - sole & dj pain 1

i got the collapsing 20s blues
i got god on my side i can’t lose
mother gaia nipping at my heels
while every moment of the real feels false
america just a train that
kept riding after the wheels fell off
who will be lord of the
flies when there’s no sh-t to settle on
bullet proof vests ain’t nothing to hang a medal on
you’ll know its real when you
need bullets you melt down your trophy
only to find out they were made with
plastic and it was only painted golden
but come on what do i know
we are all witnessеs to history
but it ain’t every day you get to watch an еmpire fall
steal back your grain, stow the cannons
do what you got to do to not
get disappeared dispossessed or vanished
i try to remember freedom
whispering throughout the eons
sometimes it made mistakes but
you gotta break some glass to crack an atom
read my lips, i mutter under my respirator
i’m on permanent vacation
watching cruise liners to go under
this is my thesis
kick up so much smoke that
even the embers can’t see us
i’m not a true believer
i just pull on strings let the chips fall
where they’re most likely to get eaten
the crows are getting even
this is what it feels like to get kicked out of eden
jesus, all things fall y’all don’t get upset just
let the 21st century leave us
believe me
all debts settled all cards cancelled all cells empty eternally
throw your laminates in the fire
ira won’t be needed
you talking loud it isn’t needed
besides it should be said
these are the days of the plague
and ignorance sheds
purposely
adrift in the worthlessness
walk with me
there’s nothing left but secession or servitude
2020, i unsubscribe
take me off all your lists
n0body on strike
yet n0body works
is this is bad as it gets
naw sh-ts just heating up
y’all talking great depressions
here comes the great thaw
i thought by now we’d have a jetpack
but the future smells like
burning trash mixed with tear gas
i rep that, yearning
of a way of life deserving of the term
in these hunger games
if we burn you burn
from the land of the new saints
who made 1968 look quaint
i can’t see the smoke from here either
but i know its coming in one form or another
till then i see you
throwing the pavement back at the ones who build walls
knowing the sh-t we fighting
don’t get resolved by ballot box
y’all ain’t ready till you see it firsthand, all things fall
refusing to be fed scr-ps in the back
leviathan mad offtrack
i was forced to live in the ruins
of a world few people wanted
a time of fracture, we slowly became ungoverned
whether we wanted to or not
back then it was either learn to make
your own medicine or
stand in the lobby with coughing people
waiting for a shot
i think not

- sole dj pain 1

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