Fuck the Dow Jones cause when it's real
I don't even need a microphone
Nor a record company backing me
No publishing deal even no fans
I imagine these words like I'm John Lennon
Preaching from his pulpit, a poetic reverend
Words are all most of us have
Nouns and verbs and the gift of gab
A post-apocalyptic world
Or just one where everybody's broke
MCs freestylin' they ain't no joke
War-torn world most records got burned
Government wreckers keep music it don't deem safe
In a safe, they say
Ignorance is taught to school kids and you can bet they learn
But you can't keep a poetic man down
Much less a poetic woman's scorn
Hell hath no fury still
Even with so many buried with the nuclear chill
The spread of poison effecting mind, body, soul
Still we keep our voices loud
Our mouths they can not control
At least not all at once
Step to the government whenever they front
Never give an inch, never compromise
Live honestly and never lie
Fuck poetry when the time comes
You bear arms and die
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