Keep It

Keep It

A Poem by LUCIDMUSIC
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Bush Era

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Tell Uncle Sam to take his old a*s to sleep

And he can find another life to sacrifice from the herd of sheep

To fight for his "righteous" cause

How do you expect me to obey, when you're not following the laws?

You refuse to change your mind and give peace a chance

So you can keep your foreign policy, keep your boot camps

Keep your boys in blue, keep your silver cuffs

Keep your "news", and when I speak keep your mouth shut

Keep your tax bracket, and your material wealth

Keep your rules of war, and save your bull s**t for someone else

I want to keep breathing, give me health

Their response is short and sweet, "keep your problems to yourself,

My time is money

And I can’t spare it on account of this corporate funding,"

I say send a letter to the prez,

Ask him how he sleeps in his bed

With soldier’s lives lost for nothing, resting on his head.

Ask him what he said

To the parent of kid that was sent back dead

He sends his condolences with a smile and his palm painted red

Holding the smoking barrel of a pistol

Other hand waiting to press a button and launch a missile

Tell him if this is it, he can keep democracy and his plans

He's a terrorist? Who’s the terrorist?

Threatening war if they don’t give into his demands

So, let him know, if he’s America, I’m an enemy of the state

And if god sees him as noble, I’m an enemy of his faith

And he doesn’t need to do me any favors,

Go ahead and keep my phone tapped, how does that make me feel safer

Or at ease when I’m paying for it?

F**k democracy in Iraq, what are your plans for a job shortage?

You only know how to fix problems atomically

What are you going do to save our economy?

Or any problem that takes a brain for that matter?

How did we find Saddam and Osama still hasn’t been captured?

When all his businesses where failing but saved with a check; who was the backer?

Who were the only people flying right after?

The 9/11 disaster

Ask him who trained Al-Qaeda and gave them those guns,

Where do his families loyalty’s lie where are they getting their funds?

A conflict of what? Oil prices have changed

But, the product is the same

You call it inflation and I say extortion is to blame

Especially when he and his daddy have so much to gain

So keep your silver spoon, and money it’s only paper

You may think it rules the world, I guess you’ll figure it out later

© 2011 LUCIDMUSIC


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Added on June 12, 2011
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Richmond, VA



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