You dug your own graves
With a silver spoon Mita
Then traded away
Chattel slaves for paprika
To feed and to fund
Private armies and states
To invest in your pearly white
Collar bill gates
And keep everyone out
Who had less or made more
Then you capitalized
Off of for-profit war
Like the Western grand dragons
And lion’s share kings
Who demand from us tribute
Of paperweight things
Be it standardized oil
Or genocide gold
It’s all backed by the blood
On this weapon they hold
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
You dug your own graves
With a silver spoon Mita
Then traded away
Chattel slaves for paprika
To feed and to fund
Private armies and states
To invest in your pearly white
Collar bill gates
And keep everyone out
Who had less or made more
Then you capitalized
Off of for-profit war
Like the Western grand dragons
And lion’s share kings
Who demand from us tribute
Of paperweight things
Be it standardized oil
Or genocide gold
It’s all backed by the blood
On this weapon they hold
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