| Tickled with fame admit you’re a slave ripping through a maze
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| Limping to a grave with a page in a caged stage
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| Six ways in eight days they trick your brain where all five senses are clutched
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| The magic touch used to be whip and chain
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| Fast food cripples the brain
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| Opressed spirits riddled with pain live in shame see little to gain
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| A kid on the train is restrained and detained
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| Each year thousands of woman are abducted from the Ukrain
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| And thats the smell of trouble developements crumble
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| Several boroughs spell trouble for commuters
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| Increasing shooters and looters
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| The beast is using manuvers to feed it through the computer
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| Delete the truth from intruders that leak it into a smooth cut
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| More are stuck as slaves today than ever before
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| Mesure the deception of war from oppression and more
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| Abandonment is purly the common fate of many slaves
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| Becoming unproductive due to the burden of their ways
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| Raise the level of understanding this phenomenon
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| Handling all it’s wrong without the threat of dropping bombs
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| Sight is rocking, locking on the topic getting to the source
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| Through the laws of phonics you thought my jaws were bionic
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| The mic um on it, rattling more about wars exetra
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| While human trafficing routs run throughout North America
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| Forced labor on Dominican sugar plantations
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| Are responsible for 15 percent of the US traderun
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| You can be born or you can be lord into bondage kid
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| Brazillian hostages work in hevily armed cottages
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| Deep in the Amazon but now thier plans are gone cause they was promised life
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| they panic
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| Knife scars on thier hands and arms
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| Making charcoal for soldiers that’s hot and cold
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| With a rotten soul shots loaded ready for crop control
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| Robots patrol blocks and hold glocks with a heart of gold
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| Ready for obstacles
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| Land of the free? |
| Then why we stop at tolls?
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| Pilgrims landed on the coast of Plymouth
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| Criminals who fled the British
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| In Mexico you can visit factories packed with over worked kids in it And witness an operation thats vicious
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| Contemplating who did it Not concentrating you’ll miss it Evil thinks it’s delicious
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| Killing hope making specific solutions ficticious
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| Polluting riches of truth to paint pictures of grave diggers
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| I preach proof while some priests abuse scriptures
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| Control yes y’all thats the topic of the day
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| The population is programmed and pricked on a tray
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| The trays in a box, the box is on the shelf stacked in twelves
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| On a tractor belt moving into the batter of hell
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| Communicate collaborate cooperate let’s concentrate
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| Global power system mass opression will complicate
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| Control, the system is in place, they operated well
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| But every major arcadia in the past fell
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| Control is a sky scraper confined to a glacier
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| The soul of a fly creators rhymes I crack into a crator
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| With the Isis Papers I design pyramids
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| Focusing thoughts into a point that aims right where your spirits is |