rageagainstthemachine

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You use racism as a mask to hide your inner desires. The sheep herders are just liars, but you choose to ignore it. This looks like rough justice, I need some solace in this time of distress, riots got me on edge.
My People talk as if we still are free, the media scoping and molding our mentality.
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