The Birth of Viracocha, Pt. 2

Lyrics
hey say wisdom, is the wise words spoken By a brother attemptin' to open The graves, of these mentally dead slaves Who've been lost on a cross, for decades And centuries, lookin' for the liberty But receive nothin', but misery And hard times, and things of that nature But the men who wrote that, they was evil Slave owners, who did not include us They just used us, and abused us First they trick you, then mentally kill you And use tеchnologies, to rebuild you This whole plan was a pеrfect scam See that's why they called it, the Six Million Dollar Man Six is the limitation of the Devil In the Million square miles of land that he settles Put you in a three piece suit, give you loot Chemicals in your head to make you look cute They use you as a fool to deceive your own people
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- Writers
- Soma