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Created on: May 30, 2008 Last Updated: March 08, 2010
Boiling Point
They take our money
They take our souls
Their only concern?
To have ultimate control
They talk about rehabilitation
The rejuvenation of a bloodless generation
The "underclass" committing crime
So many innocents doing time
Worldwide wars they say they want to stop
But the guns keep blazing till every head drops
Vested business interest
Mean we risk our lives each day
But today the autocrats
Will hear what we gotta say
March 2000 a young boy murdered in his cell
They say they weren't aware til they heard the alarm bell!
They paired an Asian with a racist, knew what he had in store
"Who gives a damn, just another life," they're savage to the core
A thousand other cases of misconduct in institutions
They claim they are there to help but don't offer retribution
They offer us protection? Don't make me laugh!
You'll find the brutes we're hiding from, are members of your staff!
Acting like superiors, taking self-esteem from the inferiors,
Judges by day, animals by night,
Offering us justice? Distort our each and every right
We rely on these people
Decider's of our fate
How can they pass judgment
When they can't even relate?
Narcissistic parasites
On our weaknesses they feed
Spreading worldwide
Conquering with speed
Give them an inch they'll take a mile
Their mission merely, to eradicate each smile
Strip searching souls, humiliating homes
Burning flesh and cracking bones
They attempt to break morale
Cos they don't know what it's about
They envy you for having faith
Cos their heads are filled with doubt
They have more dollars, we have more scholars
Boiling point's near, no more living in fear.
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