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A small group of quiet wealthy men
controlling our government.
Assassinating our most loved heroes
Black and White and Red.
Toppling our towers
Than calling for our son's lives,
first installment paid in full at over 3,000
And with each brutal occurrence we wave old glory
higher and faster.
As we turn moving toward forgiveness
catastrophe strikes and we give our thinking
to the black media controlled by the same
small group of quiet wealthy men.
What is on the flag you wave so furiously, look it has
dripped down to cover your hands.
Blood of innocence spent for control.
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