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letra de dark america - steve grant (emcee)

yeah, go ahead and unmask us, we face entrapment while they attack us, some of us pack up, get off the map, and take one last puff. some of us stay strapped-up, we snap, crack-up, and just act up, some of us say “naw, man. f-ck that!” we don’t back up. smashin’ the block, tactical black-bloc, push back cops. these activists grabbed, and cuffed, from these black trucks that pass us. fast-track passes, they laugh at us, and they tax us, while hackers crackin’ navigational gadgets, that track us. ’cause we stroll around, thinking we’re incredibly blessed now, willin’ to be strapped with devices, hеavily tech’d out. the human sensory systеm is suppressed, and it’s stressed out, we all checked into the matrix, but we never have checked out. so, we try to avoid these weaponized toys that destroy us, we ain’t paranoid, but we stay poised to the noises. f-ck the joys of a coy fish, this is the voice of the voiceless, and if you support the troops, then tell them boys to come join us…

[payday monsanto]
these are the times of universal deceit, where tellin’ the wrong type of truth can get you merc’d in the street. prosecuted & persecuted for some words that you speak, broad-day jfk, head-burst in your seat. my cursive is neat, i vow to route out all your pestilence, i will never flinch, when confronted with the evidence. i don’t care about an order from whatever bench, you’re gonna need yourself a better wench, than loretta lynch. how the h-ll this creature still on the loose, now? she should be doin’ 2 to 5 in the hoosegow. they pulled the wool over the eyes of the purile, it shouldn’t be any surprise what they do now. they keep on goin’ all out to scare you with they isis factor, what they really need to do, is hire better crisis-actors. election? they stole it. you wanna get to control it? you might have to sacrifice a couple chickens to moloch…

these are the times that we livin’…
these are the times that we dyin’…
these are the times that that we all are survivin’…
but, we all must shine…
through these dark times in america…
these are the times that we livin’…
these are the times that we dyin’…
these are the times that that we all are survivin’…
but, we all must shine…
through these dark times in america…
[ptp] (power through people)
what the f-ck? this dark time is infinite, been this way since the white-man k!lled the indians. the water in michigan is poisoning citizens, while un-healthy americans can’t produce insulin. it’s time to take initive, and they ask me why i’m mad, ’cause you’re not f-ckin’ listenin’. you need ritalin to keep your attention from fizzlin’, we’re givin’ kids i-pads, instead of makin’ fishermen. simplistic imprisonment, it’s so easy to trap your mind with submissive instruments. talkin’ television sets, radios, and scripted texts, they want you eatin’ the beef, so you live acidic, yes. i won’t skip a step, fine-line like ballistic tests, ridiculous, expose the explicitness of the rich & fresh. and, then we eat the rich, and feed the poor with homegrown veggies, and delete all the pizza-stores…

- steve grant emcee

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