• dalekcaan@lemm.ee
      42·
      8 months ago

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  • Aurenkin@sh.itjust.works
    3·
    8 months ago

    Yes I spit fire

    Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires

    Back through tha shanties and tha cities remains

    Tha same bodies buried hungry

    But with different last names

    These vultures rob everyone

    Leave nothing but chains

    Pick a point here at home

    And tha picture’s tha same

    There’s a field full of slaves

    Some corn and some debt

    There’s a ditch full of bodies

    To check for tha rent

    There’s a tap, a phone, tha silence of stone

    Tha numb black screen

    That be feelin’ like home