I am not angry; I am anger.
I am not dangerous; I am danger.
I am abominable stress, eliotic, relentless.
I'm a breath of vengeance.
I'm a death sentence.
I'm forsaking repentance,
to the beast in his hench men.
Armed forces and policemen
that survived off of oils and prisons until there cup runneth over with lost souls.
That wear over-sized caps like blind-folds
Shiny necklaces like lassoes
Draggin鈥� them into black-holes
And I may have to holla out to Fidel Castro
To get my other brothers outta Guantanimo
And the innocence on death row?
It鈥檚 probably in the same proportion to criminals in black robes
That smack gavels
That crack domes
That smack gavels
That smash home
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