Did I stutter? Did I slur? I've seen what happens to a dream deferred.
Washed up in dirt, concern: commerce.
The question, who came first and what their worth.
In a system designed at conceptions birth, you don't know me, I know you're bellicose.
I'll stay passive until my aggression breaks your nose.
Fuck you, fuck Bush, fuck this.
Fuck making points that I know you'll miss.
Fuck you and your scene for belittling issues that need to be addressed.
Thanks to rob for these lyrics
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