“Pitiful Liberals”

Strife Verse 1:

Love my enemy?
just let it be?
Are you kiddin’ me?
That’s gimmicky
Nobility got hostility
(gotta) think critically
Where’s ya liberty?
jailin’ our comrades won’t slow our victory
train in combat, bust em out the penitentiary The powers-that-be lack leg-it-im-acy they wanna get rid of me Best believe I’ll get free by any means If you wanna test this Must have a deathwish Don’t be deceived Fuck getting arrested, the state interest is vested in infested dollars , in a racist nation Ruled by those sporting white collars this oppression leave me vexed and pissed (I insist) Malcolm X got the jist Of (the) odds we’re against (I believe) he said it best Self-defense is intelligence (Malcolm [ X] said it best Self-defense is intelligence)

Hook: I’m not a liberal, they spew nonsense
I don’t believe capitalism can have a conscience

Strife Verse 2:

No time to sit on a fence
Release ya rage time to vent
Don’t wanna get screwed, be the wrench
In the gears, dispelling fears, makin’ ya’ll aware I’ve been sent to tear, the bigots to shreds, bring the machine to a grinding halt instead, as I kill the cop in my head, with the gun in my dresser, Want that pig dead, fuck the evil of two lessers, the lesser of two evils, state protects property not people, with excuses so feeble for electoral madness, consequences are more than savage, man, it’s tragic, murderous exploitation for the cabbage, countries ravaged, religiously submissive habits, lobotomies for ya frontal lobe, mother-fuckers make us put our lives on hold, to achieve the dangling gold, tired of doing what I’m told or sleeping in the cold, can’t stand getting sold, break the chains and be bold, rising up, not getitng rolled, so the fact is, time ta get active, won’t change shit if we’re passive, turn theories to practice, smash these fascists, bury them in caskets, burn flags over their ashes,