Swinging
it's all about the rock,
it's all about the roll,
-- capital punishment
-- you're swinging from a pole.
bullets in concrete,
the power,
warning shot from the tower.
the prisons are the new plantations,
you don't need an invitation,
it's the new destination,
America the new nation,
the new starvation...
of the working class,
the lights turn out,
you hit the floor,
choking on the gas,
this is the future,
if we don't turn back,
if we don't turn back,
if we don't turn back.
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