| Written: NOV 17, 1999 |
Smoke,
Choking back the cigars of hate.
Born in the South,
Where the racists graze.
Raised ignorant, militant, in the
Criminal elements.
Proud be the Arians,
O’er stolen lands they gaze.
Seemingly proud,
In their delusions of Hate.
Force brothers to take to the streets
With their unbridled Rage.
Born & Bred of violence.
The only way out is the path of the dead.
The bows all raised,
Honor demands no retreat.
War from the South brings
A clashing of teeth.
Dishonorable unfairness
With guns they bring.
To own a patch of land
They will kill everything.
Born & Bred in Hatred.
Told to keep yer mouth shut, and stay a slave.
Business suits & happiness
With boardrooms as the Battlegrounds.
Corporate government sells our people off,
For some weapons and change.
Combat is wrought over Jesus and oil.
In their eyes killing is fine,
But raising gas prices means war.
Born & Bred in a Battleground.
Free body & soul.
Racism runs rampant.
We must stick together as a whole.
