Im not a person
I have a person
its in my wallet
if you got a minute
I'll prove it
I'll explain it
to rearange it
in your brain stem
to churn your stomach pit
Alegal fiction was created at birth
against my will
too young to sign it
its not valid
You think slavery is dead
the sheeple are sleeping
in their soft shackles
We have freedom of choice
to keep us distracted
but we ask and beg for permission
like a child
can I use my property?
can I eat?
can I stay warm tonight?
Submisive to supposed authority
with their fancy words of trickery
Legalise to make to buckle at you knees
Please, Please
tell me there isnt a tax on my sneeze
Cause to me thats slavery
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 1:22 PM UTC
Im not a person
I have a person
its in my wallet
if you got a minute
I'll prove it
I'll explain it
to rearange it
in your brain stem
to churn your stomach pit
Alegal fiction was created at birth
against my will
too young to sign it
its not valid
You think slavery is dead
the sheeple are sleeping
in their soft shackles
We have freedom of choice
to keep us distracted
but we ask and beg for permission
like a child
can I use my property?
can I eat?
can I stay warm tonight?
Submisive to supposed authority
with their fancy words of trickery
Legalise to make to buckle at you knees
Please, Please
tell me there isnt a tax on my sneeze
Cause to me thats slavery
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