Effie Vision & the Happy Planets - Bad Apples

You say ninety-nine percent of them are good cops
Well we’d burn all your crops
If one percent of yield
Killed those who chose to eat them
It's the land you grew the trees in
Yeah the ground itself is poison to the core
Yet you’ll say it’s nothing more
Than Bad Apples
You say no way it’s "Not All Men"
That some of them don’t know
That no means no
But most of them are real good guys...
Porno algorithms show how much we really know about them
And all the things they hope
To do inside your throat
(Men)
Elected to the greatest seats
Of power across everything...
It's the land you grew the trees in
Yeah the ground itself is poison to the core
Yet you’ll say it’s nothing more
Than Bad Apples
It's the land you grew the trees in
Yeah the ground itself is poison to the core
Yet you’ll say it’s nothing more
Than Bad Apples
You see we got no to way to cleanse
A country built atop an endless bushel of Bad Apples
So we say to modern slavers
"We’ll drink your blood"
And it will flood your local beat
And it will flood the streets you scum
And it will be the beginning of
Reparations
I was thirteen when they slipped the cuffs on
And the violence I received
Was their misplaced racist intentions
The white flight misdirection
A Detroit insurrection in this kid from New York
One more Bad Apple
(Our power is in our ability to make things unworkable)

Written by:
E. Vision

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