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Unity​.​Knowledge​.​Peace.

by Call For Arms

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Dream’s come true become reality, torn apart by lies lack of morality Fields of grass that once were green Pavement and asphalt so sad to see Valleys and ridges enjoyed as a child Freeways and bridges obstruct for miles Yeah, for at least 6 miles no longer a place to smile Broken hopes and broken dreams and such a young child Highway 125… The title city council has chosen Imply it helps all spring valley monoxide explosion Sweetwater and jamacha I once called home Replaced by construction zones Yeah, hard hat construction zones no longer a place to walk and roam Broken hopes and broken dreams nowhere to call home Squirrel’s and bees could always be seen Concrete bridges sweetwater no longer Creeks and streams seemed so serene Numerous off-ramps sweetwater no longer Flowers and birds surrounded this city Now pollution and trash what a fuckin’ pitty No smiles on faces no sun to be shined Shadows are casted smog is on the rise Yeah, lung cancer on the rise no longer a place to live, run, and hide Broken hopes and broken dreams how do I survive? could always be seen, seemed so serene What happened to my dreams, all my aspirations Give me back my town Give me back my street Give me back my memories Give me back my dreams Can someone……Please show me……some fucking…….. inspiration
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White picket fence A square clean cut lawn Mom’s mini van And a big fuckin yawn Spend another day Waiting for a sale Addicted to consumerism Follow the money trail Bar codes and price checks Baseball games and tv shows Say hello to capitalism And your cookie cutter homes Look around all I see Is pathetic fuckin apathy The price you have to pay In this pacified society Buy me this, buy me that I’m sick and tired of their trap It’s been this way for years And nothing seems to change If you wanna save your country Don’t buy into the American dream Buy me this, buy me that I’m sick and tired of their trap Don’t buy into the American dream
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Started off as a routine traffic stop Father and son pulled over by some cops Suspended plates, expired license Is this a reason for pig violence Fuck police and there policies Excessive force, police brutality Boy concerned, wanted to know why Beat him down cause he wouldn’t comply Slammed his head against the squad car Punched his face, this time they’ve gone too far Fuck police and there policies Excessive force, police brutality He was hand cuffed, wasn’t that enough He was 16, does that make you feel tough He was innocent, you stupid fuckin cops He has rights, so please fuckin stop Fuck you Officer Jeremy Morse You’re a coward using brutal force Fuck you Attorney John Barnett How dare you say Donovan deserved it Fuck police and there policies Excessive force, police brutality White cop, black kid, got me thinking Smells like pig, smells like racial profiling They like to be tough, they like to start fights Fuck the police, we all have civil rights! They like to be tough, they like to start fights Fuck the police, we all have civil rights!

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released April 22, 2008

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