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Post by twistedangel on May 11, 2013 5:17:09 GMT -5
in the cells the feds all question me without justification took away me liberty is we still chained to the irons of slavery who sez shame is all in our history living in the illusion of wot it is to be free told am lucky an escaping jail lack of evidence am released on bail Sergeant Pilate on a cross would see me nail in this land where justice is for sale weighed an measured on his prefixed scale nothin but fear with a spiteful tongue wondering why i hate the white man Babylon ghettos all across the nation have to live in isolation dont be spreading poor contamination aint never been a gangsta solja dont believe i wos stolen from Africa have no ties to Asia or India resented for DNA comin from Arabia UK aint no multiracial utopia an all them wielding the swords of power cant see the streets from their high tower masses going hungry for them bread blind from the eyes of those well fed our only assistance in steel an lead slowly drowning in the blood we shed an the people in the tower look down in hate while Antoinette screams "let dem eat cake"
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Post by twistedangel on May 12, 2013 1:14:52 GMT -5
have had a go at song lyrics but nooo soz i'm no musician..am even rubbish on guitar hero thanks for the comment tho
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Post by windfog on May 12, 2013 6:30:30 GMT -5
Hi, lady! I impressed with this mix of historical facts, "simple" language or language of simple people, your rage, power in it! Especially good, to my mind, that you used names of real people from our past to adore your point of view on our reality! Really wonderful work! W.F.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on May 12, 2013 23:37:05 GMT -5
Ris nailed it. And you claim not to be clever… but I understand. You also reveal that you read a lot. I love the last stanza and your ending is superb. I like you street speak more and more. Especially when referring to the 1%. There are a few minor changes I think would improve flow and ease of reading. I’ll demonstrate using the last stanza because I love that part so much. It could stand alone.
"An all them wielding the swords of power cant see the streets from their high tower masses going hungry for them bread blind from the are eyes of those well fed our only assistance in steel an lead slowly drowning drownen in the blood we shed an the people in of the tower look down in an hate while Antoinette screams "let dem eat cake"
Keep em comeing. Love your work :-)
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