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fedoralism - kari god son lyrics

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[verse1]

to live or die for fiat, or anything synonymous

with dollars n*ggas zombified, by laminated

pictures of they slave master on a printed page

locking eyes, deeper than colonized, deeper we go

in congo, we find more than diamonds, more like

the minors(miners) lying low beneath the climate

melanated minerals to waste just for profit

burials of treasure never dust dirt from shining

center your eyes around banks that be

centralized, giving billions to the military so we

end up dying by the thousand, they hide(hyde)

the bodies out in jekyll island, indigenous evicted
while the immigrants in housing, it seem n0body

ever question how is it, p*wns to a chess game

pieces to monopoly, will the opress agree on who

they colonizer is, blind lead the blind all guided by

a godless pimp

[verse2]

this is neocolonialism, at a child’s age the

landscape was given, a board game(elites) a

monetary(monopoly) system, and for the

mill(meal,milburn pennybags) we had to burn

pennies, just to gain cap(capital) we go to

fedoras from fitteds, every corner lead to

penitentiary, you play illiterate until the judge
throw the book and say the sentence, reprint the

dollar raise the cost to living, who would’ve

thought a toe tag would be expensive, get rich or

die tryna be monopolistic, for federal reserve

notes don’t overstate the obviousness, the

government can only play who god in this, the

congress intertwining with the lobbyist, hope a

trump term, might(termite) exterminate a

pile of ticks(politics), because these policies can

only get as foreign as kamala is, the decorated

allegory of the cave got us caged in, we find

comfort in the places we was slaves in, fedoralism

send orders cross the border just to horde a
immigrant, monopolize a private prison, proxy

wars award the fortune winner, the caucasoid

resort to torturing us, extorting more until the

corpses fill up, the choice is yours, is we gon sort

it or what? was it in god we trust or a will and a

trust ? i been tryna get my benjamins up, roll the

bid, take or hold it out the loaded, rolling dice till

they folding your luck

- kari god son lyrics

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