topic battle vs. 2xs, 2:30 max, 2nd civil war.

( RagnarBeatz on the Instrumental -> http://youtu.be/g9V3OQgH3fM )

lyrics:
They say there is no victory in war...
That history teaches what we've ignored
Religion police at the front door
But what for?
Crosses, mantles of Jesus?!?!?
A year ago we wouldn’t believe this
But now in "right" we breathe this
A grocery store tore down to ashes
rich get richer and poor simulate the practice
These assholes took away my 401k and stashed it
Deepened pockets causing pain like hugging a cactus
I'm mugging my mattress
for the sleep that their peace doesn’t offer
the country defeats itself one doctor, lawyer
at a time cuz they closed the border, foreigners
were no longer permitted
vomit at the thought of cleaning the shit they committed
brown eyes gone from the blue like convicts acquitted
I'll admit it, for a second I thought it'd be okay
but shit hit fast forward towards slow pain

chorus
the gain wasn't ever meant for us the "middle class"
they promised the future then took the stencils back
as Wallstreet walks on our broken backs
we crack smiles fruitless in our harvest
we fought the war in which they profit
they complain about 4 car garages
while we stuff ourselves in apartments
it's hard to follow the righteousness
when this brigade is led by the heartless

verse 2-
beds lined with grenade pins
the cement cries as my blood thins
the skin dries from sun lands
truth like usin rocks to play violin
forced health care begins to take its toll
immigrants out the picture with self control
its a me, more than we country
and we're all bus tickets in a mixing bowl
maybe a mistake was made
but how do you reverse the impact of a grenade
fox news fucked all of us up in the brain
hanging out our project windows like shits insane
welfare's impossible to get like coming back from vertical vein cut
we fucked them "left" tree hugging fucks over but
we were never able to slit it out of ourselves
liberals slain to the political game as republicans lock our cells

chorus-
the gain wasn't ever meant for us the "middle class"
they promised the future then took the stencils back
as Wallstreet walks on our broken backs
we crack smiles fruitless in our harvest
we fought the war in which they profit
they complain about 4 car garages
while we stuff ourselves in apartments
it's hard to follow the righteousness
when this brigade is led by the heartless

Outro-
Yo, this is Cornelius Rupert the 3rd
February 28th 2015
in retrospect we made a fucking wrong choice.
if we knew then what we knew now, shit would be different.
heign sights a bitch.
just needed to get some shit off my chest, I'm out.

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