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levels of pain - brian boru (spice crew) lyrics

[verse 1]
welcome to america, land of the lost
it’s a free country, we got free thought
no free living, unless you get locked
no charity if you work to the get guap
no free land, whether native or not
no free water, we sip from the pot
what you call a law, i call a plan
those door knocks, they call them bombs
we called it freedom, they called it napalm
foreign diplomacy or deployment
educate or social conforming
a sentence is a life penalty
a period placed at the end of your leave

[verse 2]
welcome you to america, land of the clan
its a white nation, on brown land
white fences but the is wood is tan
what they call a law, i call a plan
blind to the cycles of inequality
democracy with record apathy
the state loves destructive policy
two parties, democracy illusion
difference defined by media confusion
state sponsored religion delusion
only free school to “give you what we need”
blind to the cycles of these wars overseas
law and order with fire in arms
politicians stunt the smiles and charms
political or spiritual, the sports ill-strate
a nation entertained by the bread and races

[chorus]
how many levels of pain are you on?
how many times you replay that song?
how long can you distract yourself?
do you think the paradigm will melt?

[interlude]
fires burning the land of the trees
dirty water means more than the lean
consumption means eat than your need
production means make more than your means
flooding means leave everything that you need
communities pushed to the edged of their seats

[verse 3]
welcome to america, land in a mess
its a free country, free to get arrest
like 12 thousands in ny schools
who end up jailed as victims and tools
used to support the tales of bad seeds
on mental health, they forced ghettoing
level funds against a school success
they just need help from the rest
an equation used to hurt, not express
who’s even waiting for the reparations
while tv cycles the lies and complaints
people are ignorant, thanks for the rates
life is all about what you can make
i make my business to learn to equate
realizing more than a party at stake
politics is just a game to be played
dems play it like chess with poker bets
reps tell you theirs are the better yet
these advocates wait for civil unrest
opportunities for civil unrest
opportunities to finesse the public
chances they given, and chances they get
chances they steal, your life in their mitts
they will push you to the edge forever
they will push us to the edge forever
they will push you to the edge, remember

- brian boru spice crew lyrics

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