the red tape cut and it all unravels
they're looking at you and all of your travel
hitting pot holes and kicking up gravel
and time comes again, as a judge with a gavel
they tie your hands and bind your feet
more rolls down but you don't miss a beat
investigating friends, and all those you meet
turning up the pressure on a very hot seat
disintegrating words they claim are implicit
while the shit they do is much more explicit
the sheep's open ears, hearing all they solicit
the truth be told, they just don't get it
you spread your truth will it all stay intact?
will enough people hear to feel the impact?
they come at you again, each one is strapped
you know that your message, is backed by fact
firing their lies, their guns still smoking
slaps on the back cause the ego needs stroking
all they do, stirring up more provoking
keep your heart strong for the holes that need poking
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