what honor do you have left after kin has fallen?
brut man, simple enough to let the cattle follow
can there be nothing said for a man who relishes the crops
a man who tends to the bale of cotton and the corn
this is my father
my mother rapidly follows
she brings the bread, he brings the first born
in repetition, day in and day out doing the same activity
we liberate through the streets of anarchy
for there is no joke in a crumbling capital of economy
idiots at bay for they believe in what is above us
our spirit, it is real, and there are no longer no more idiots
only the spirit guides us now, and then forever
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