wakarusa. the 90's are dead and the sterile scene that went with it is dried up. all ages amen. diy is our religion. we're on the streets dancing and painting. wakarusa. our battle cry. we're putting the pee back in punk. piss on your standards. our shoes are on the line and our fists are in the air. we're the kids on bikes, in alleys, with spray paint and wheat paste. chipping away at the system. wakarusa.

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Life Ain't NO X-Mas Cake! this is where it starts - with your life. this is what they want - it's your life. this is what's for sale - it's your life. this is why we fight. reality's our choice, define who you are, complacent? obedient? i'd rather be free. my dreams aren't 9 to 5, and they're not on T.V. i don't need a law to make decisions for me. i'll make my own choices, and use my own voice. i won't play by the rules if they're breaking my heart. i'll follow my dreams, and stay young at heart. and forget all the bullshit that i have been taught. the freedom to live, the freedom to love, to take the power within us and make this our world. everyday we're trying to fight for what we believe. and we get locked out. of the life we want to live. don't you let them step on yr dreams. not now. don't you let them step on yr dreams. don't back down.

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the bottom line. (you know?) the bottom line is your loss of freedom. the bottom line is their self-defense. it's a contradiction in its very nature, an expression of freedom, defined by law. are you content living their decisions? can they see you from capitol hill? are they dominant? are you the model? examine the facts, don't wait for your dollar to skid, something's been planned for longer than you know. your disbelief will get you nowhere, and what solutions are you waiting for? are they dominant?