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From Capital Hill they rule for The People Age wearied eyes from a blood wearied steeple protecting Our kind, from all of the Rest from 'rag heads' in the East, 'niggers' in the West From Rio Grande to Lake Eerie, the eagle knows its nest The American Dream is Male, White, and Strait it's their ideology or Guantamo's gates Brother, I love you, but you are the other. When you're running an Empire there's no time for hospitality third world 'investment' is the new police brutality blinded by Democracy we fail to realize that when we **** the other it's a person that dies.
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 1:33 PM UTC
City on a Hill
From Capital Hill they rule for The People Age wearied eyes from a blood wearied steeple protecting Our kind, from all of the Rest from 'rag heads' in the East, 'niggers' in the West From Rio Grande to Lake Eerie, the eagle knows its nest The American Dream is Male, White, and Strait it's their ideology or Guantamo's gates Brother, I love you, but you are the other. When you're running an Empire there's no time for hospitality third world 'investment' is the new police brutality blinded by Democracy we fail to realize that when we **** the other it's a person that dies.
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 1:33 PM UTC
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