I see your deception thru the eye of a needle sewed into a design in to the mind of the people seamstress fabricating a speech so fiction
Sounds of an average politician on a mission mass destruction weapons somewhere within the air
Next to Santa Claus sitting in his plush red chair the imagination of Bush thinking sex is not painless just ask the Raped Americans left brainless
Suicide mission searching for bin laden finding mixtapes under the rocks of Iraq
Human bombs inside of Acura’s where legends are made already we held the gun finger to pulled trigger the world trade (bullet) Muslims the new blacks Profiled just like the old blacks
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