Death to the Salesman

All I hear are quotes
Stealing and repeating do not make you dope
Making me miserably with graphic depictions
Of brutal history
I do not need the Imagery
It just makes me angry
Fucking with me spiritually
The world is a new in the eyes of a few
I can only drop clues, and fight, and die for and with you
Open the gates to one nation
The vision of a better living
Working the system, push and pull against them
Not hiding and rebuking them
Knowingly accepted degrees from their board of trustees
Branded by their doctrine, useless as civilian
Selling wolf tickets to the revolution
Want to make it happen, but have no momentum to get it moving
Pointing the finger like you shooting
Berate the youth for not knowing what they do
Even though hey choose
Explain that will you
With words in your HATE, telling us it is Ok
While you enjoy the fruits of living their way
Fakeass Kunta Kentae
Selling me the axe, I do not need that
Learn how to motivate and holler back