Flames protruded through the dark
and then Christopher Columbus discovered my flat world
Overboard into the bellies of many whales
we are traveling to freedom and justice for all for a better living
I pump my fist to the first free black nation
and they survived independent of oppression and strife
War and power win over sanctity
fatality is a just and very inevitable end to the carnage
Our battle is lost against Mister, Uncle
when we realize the true daemons are residing within ourselves
I had a dream that I wouldn't reach the mountaintop
now convinced that my commander-in-chief was not born of this land
Virgin rape cures HIV in this world
so intrigued, therefore human trafficking must cure rape
On my way to work, I landed six feet under
violence is not cataclysmic it's protection and absolutely necessary
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