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letra de mark it place - solillaquists of sound

verse 1:

i heard that black and hispanic consumers were considered the easiest target markets on the scene since damaged and used jeans

i heard that chris columbus discovered nothing but native’s living here
he k!lled them and you senselessly celebrated your thanksgiving here

i heard that guess clothing used to be a symbolic sign for h0m-s-xuals to identify like kinds

i heard that kids are only most likely to read cigarette ads placed conveniently
low enough for them to see

hook:
this is the mark it place, hucksters, monopolies
schools of charts, diagrams, programs, microchips
this is the mark it place, advertising slight of hand
out the corners of the public eye, supplying what the times demand
this is the mark it place, piggy banks, open hand, gimme some
k!ll a man, business move, billboard
this is the mark it place, from field of dreams –
growing goodness it would seem, but solely strictly fortified to control your mind

verse 2:

i saw an anorexic woman taking the place of a cellulite reality on every magazine cover actually

i saw photos of area 51 by satellites in the air
but the government says it doesn’t exist, so they still claim it isn’t there

i saw subliminal messages in the movie theater flashing popcorn in between cuts to make me buy later

i saw the american flag, waving proudly on its own without a care
but it was on the moon, and there’s no wind out there

i saw the small print answer that may cause cancer. i saw the government give cheese to break-dancers

i saw graduation speeches saying, “all are individuals”
everyone’s listening wearing identical robes and following traditional rituals

i saw the world capitalize on death to benefit the patriot then claim to remember once the revolution was televised

i saw women crying, mutilated, tricked as victims, worried thinking
“i don’t fit the definition someone else created.”

hook

verse 3:

i know the game had better stop before we run out of crops. half of the food you eat now yo, it’s made from props

i know that often lives we’re living don’t reflect the life we’re given
all the differs from the self, and what we all consider wealth

i know the world don’t move to the beat of one drum cause the heart cost money but my hands are numb

i know that we are taught to follow, and not taught to follow through
it’s hopeless if you’re looking down on leaders, cause: it’s up to you

hook

- solillaquists of sound

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