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Introduction
institution conception, born with strikes against him
could he make it on his own? was it his destiny to die alone
a mental infection, or just clever deception?
in the end he fooled himself he schooled himself with ideas we can't condone
Birth
spent years in squares returning blank stares with cold glares
only hate for those who hated us or those who didn't care
but the hate intensifies it's redirected by the lies
of low rent propaganda and instigators in disguise
disguised as friends with contrary trends
and this one's where the story ends
no matter how we try to wash these lies
they're engraved in brains like ink in flesh
Life
so what happened to this charming one
who had some good inside?
spent a lifetime as a lump of clay that never dried
never dried or dried too late? now full of misdirected hate
the controlled mold of a weak mind solidified at the wrong time
do you just need someone to blame? is this your way to vent?
or were you dragged down by the heavy chain of miserable events?
no one spoke...
was it a joke?
laugh it up! HA HA! the joke's on us
cause someone took it serious and no one said we've had enough
laugh it up! it's ours you encouraged this sick trend
you're no more than entertainment cause you're certainly no friend
Truth
race and nation it's just an inflation
of your fear and your anger, your alienation
protection of what? it was built on immigration and frustration, well it should've been your first realization
so what's that you've chosen? is it sub-cult or subhuman?
cause your violent decisions cost you more than this religion
surrounding yourself with ignorance
a life alone, is eternal if you live in the past
reasons running out fast
and we've all come in last so take that skrew and drive it right up your ***
Death
another lesson never learned now your hate has been returned
and you'll be buried in the ashes of the bridges that you've burned
with your muscle and your pride all your strength is null and void
cause your mind belongs to anyone who thinks your worth the time
Conclusion
i don't... anymore. and to think, after all this time: rindge, two years served, harvard, copley, central square, the rice house, dangerhouse, allston violence, rindge towers, somerville ave, fayette, providence, the fenway, school street, we'd built nothing, nothing more powerful than hate. old men in the suits, the remains of an unstable organization. men in suits with young recruits, dirty work for the strong in body-weak in mind. and it's ironic, sad really, that the life you pursue ends with your worst fear: an adult, alone and angry at the world.