The Death of Conformity

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The Death of Conformity
Anarcho-Hip Hop
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See a black rose in the hand of a mad man
The thorns draw blood onto a freshly dug grave
A black flag raised and wavin' in the winds of change
But no black band for the ones that we can't save
A black plague spreading fear throughout the land
A black cloud closin' in on all like a clenched fist
A black hatred setting the world aflame
A black name on all of the lips within this red mist
A black hoodie on the back of a killer
A vendetta and rap of the fact there's none iller
And only filler the sack that collects the heads infected
Subjected suffer Stockholm Syndrome, never respected
Rejects the pleas, like disease he's on like coke fiends
Feedin' addiction with infliction, end justifies the means
Teeming and seething for blood with this black earth
Since the day of his birth y'all been cursed, yeah
Since the day of his birth he searched for acceptance
And when he found it he ordered your repentance
Hail Mary's and Our Fathers? What you think this is?
Start prayin' for mercy 'cos he's outta forgiveness
The lion don't dwell with the lamb, he pillage the land
Dissect the plan, reconstruct to fit the mad man
Inject insects with fear, respect the effect
And test the loyalty with a cannon-ball gut-check
I'm just gettin' started, Farnham said I'm the voice
la Rocha said my anger is a gift I made the choice
Agnostic Front cried "Riot, riot, upstart!"
Now see aggression take the form of an art
This is The Death of Conformity