Our ruler
She rules by proxy
The report's autopsy
Turvy five years are nothing
She's got her power
Like all the kings had
They call it people's
I call her inheritance
Her dynasty it rules
And she's followed
And she's got rubber
Stamping on the papers
And all this happens
While our media
It does its research
On the Ganja eating squirrel
Now see-
-see how it's undone
When you press that button
On the day of election
You chose-
Between the lesser
Of the two evils
You lose your heart and all
Cause it's not fair
They plot in dungeons
And rule in circles
Millions are hungry
Don't it make you angry?
Set fire to the pillars
Of their absurdity
And all this happens
While our media
It does its research
On the Ganja eating squirrel
You wonder (why)
why some of us are
more equal, than others
they've got the answer
they call it one word
re-ser-vation
so come and take it
this is your cake, it
has got a percent
So now have it free
But you cant see
They lurk in deep
In the lap of death
No cake for them
Cause they're not voters
No one's supporters
And all it happens
While our media
It does its research
On the Ganja eating squirrel
2 comments:
thats a great prespective...
perspective* shit...
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