Comrades - whistleblower

How many stay in their subtle silence
While feeding into the bigger violence?
But triple K(KK) hijacked 21
Kill the figure, pulls the trigger, here's the gun.
So what choices are left when the only voices left
Are six feet under without a single breathe
Or in a prison cell
Thrown in a bullshit structure
So frail with no bail
So what rights are right when you're a criminal on sight
Left to fight a white without a fucking light
Johnny b pulling the triggers on 'zuela
Laying waste to a land so bella
J lacey killing kids for pigs
Putting on a show like a mothafucking gig
But call a censorship a technical glitch
With the blood dripping from their fingertips
For every word spilled they're hunting you
For every action taken they're hunting me
For every thought provoked they hunting us
So set it off like the fucking bombs they dropped
Set it off like in '92
Set it off like rodeo down
Set it off like in '75
Set if off like they did love in '79
Set it off like the mothers they killed
Set it off like the children they killed

Written by:
Kevin Silva

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