Texty:
Born Against The Rebel Sound Of Shit And Failure

neighborhood looked brighter but somehow forget that Italians used to be niggers and the Irish were the spics so at 0 years old they eat shit for $5 an hour and

Born again as just another product born again as the next big thing once a vehicle for outrage now just entertainment packaged tastefully the status

your good old days bound and gagged by sex and race chained by family crazed by god while we raise the flag shout down the past the stars and stripes

often rare But if you're talking tactful You're talking dyed pink hair And she's not afraid if anything And she won't get old and boring And I don't think

Once again the battle field is your body and those who want control have laid down their terms in black & white and red all over they keep the backstreet

project is the one where my grandmother died I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one between the river and the highway live and die live and

unity of money and machine gun a bullet in the head for my indiscretions how much oppression can you take rise above its time to fight back cease and

intentions forces my head into the shit into the lies and I'm told take part in the fantasy when every six minutes it comes true and I'm told what I want

I don't wear them no I don't eat them that hypocrite shit won't go won't go you certainly aren't the beauty that makes the steel jaws bleed and there