what's the worst that I could say, you don't mean that much to me anyway.
There's a golden light between the lcouds as mother nature cries.
And baby were getting closer to what we want, do you know what I crave?
Some man strong and brave?
To fight my battles all for me? lift me up? set me free?
Floating under a starlit sky to the sound of marching drums, where just across the way a starving child hums to the words of Strange Fruit.
"Mommy, Am I Strange?" she cries.
And how does a mother answer it's childs plea's?
When anguish and hatred is all she see's.
Our government leads us to believe that were too ripe.
Slide the knife across my throat, like a guitar string,
swallow greedily all the blood they bring.
Can I bottle yr essence to wear as my perfume?
Then mass produce it for the youth to consume.
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