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The sisters are in, so check the front line, seems I spent the 80s in a haiti state of mind. Cast me into classes for electro shock, straight incarcerated, the curriculums a cell block. I'm swimmin in have truths and it makes me wanna spit, intructor come seperate the healty from the sick. You weigh me on a scale, I'm smelling burnt skin, it's dark now in dachau and I'm screaming from within. Cause I'm cell locked in the doctrines of the right, enslaved by dogma, talk about my brith rights yet at every turn I'm runnin into hells gates. So I grip the cannon like Fanone and pass the shells to my class mates |interlude| Boss' right to live is mine to die so I'm going out heavy sorta like Mount Tai. With the five centuries of penetenturies so let the guilty hang, in the year of the boomerang. I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it. Now it's upon you. -Rage Against the Machine: Year of the Boomerang