Millennium  v11p23

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I used to be mad at them because they weren't open to
what I was doing, to what I was interested in, but, shit, man
they aren't getting anywhere either --
turkey votes for Christmas, non-active bootprint on
your face, I'm buying more needles & sharing less --
how much money you got on me?: I am creative, I did do
good work, I was ashamed my rights have been sorry
my privilege was my debt because then we'll die --
well, diehard expect to die... we're just looking
at the menu, we're not step-and-fetchit trying
to get into this place -- well, Hitler thought of this
only he had a country

Drunk doesnít mean non-sectarian outkicked final steps --
we lose the battles & we win the raised clenched fist war
as party to mass murder: 'drop dead or we will kill you':
really I'd rather be donating blood uptown more glamorous
by the glass to buy a gun on turnout --
I want feed mullahs, I bet on jackshit... if you pay me
nuts and bolts of fighting for choirboys, I'll attack it:
after all, we had a winning bake & finally we have audience
social classes stupid enough for the publicity
working slower to hide the scars since
I have contended that all change is not improvement:
how many can smell your opinion?
Believe me, rich is better; you donít only acquire
by inheritance, you can take; clout does work --
I always compete as a Russian, touch my standard of living
and I mount the barricades -- yes you know we Asians are
fatalistic & do not fraternize with those subdued by force
'so I shakabukud him' -- I shall return to the mess
can break the cycle of poverty fro one small child of
defective infants: product progress, you wanna? --
I don't dress for the hired help
but the grease gets all the credit

You're lucky you're not black, says cop
I like the colored:
class angle that, comrade -- ain't I got nothin' goin' on but
the rent for which we're all just unemployed educators
grabbing the ammo belt: let me tell you what it's like
to be a demolitions expert -- conqueror assumes you can even
get on their level: they don't treat you, they just
judge you --
kill them all & let God sort them out? --
can you always tell a fart from a shit coming on? --
emasculate me some slaves, hon', yunno?
I love those Southern accents... they make me want to come
& take advantage of you... that's the way we did it so
your lies incarnate the Incas: in Africa
you think white is more authentic?
I spit up blood & the elderly person says:
what are you looking for?... next you're going to tell us
Hitler liked children!, can't you even throw dirt straight? --
when you want to get into the mainstream, don't you
discover rhythm?: you eat, I'll starve, corruption
is a form of whites did nothing defense --
yes, Australia is cute but I wish they had cheaper ways
of killing people so you didn't have to go there & find out
about it, living in an abandoned beer vat, now I can smell
this expensive every day!

Majorities no substitute for leadership, I weigh in
happily on the moral decay issue sharing your anxiety
to please the generals with fan violence
as from shtick -- pee in the margarine, it's
inauthentic?... help means mexicans? --
I will be a scab for you, your breath
needs some garlic...
stop sucking on my lapels