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Nina Sing
Air of inequity is thick in my circumference
Untouched are none when they're summoned up to punishment
Sons sent to war for the grunt work of the government
All debts repaid on the last day of judgement
I've heard purported it's approaching with celerity
Proselytes testify with utmost sincerity
I don't think he's comin' y'all – try me for heresy
But what's all the stallin' for, a little more disparity?
Beckon the Armageddon, tell 'em we exhausted
Every option since the trade winds laid claim to caution
Damned since the Gnostics allied with the sergeants
Yo I'm tired of waitin' – slide the blade across it now
I can't take this pain, I can't stand this rain
All this work in vain, this world is insane
Puppets on a string, pain and suffering
Nothing left to bring – let my Nina sing
Another demonstration staged on the proscenium
Curtain drawn, who's workin' behind 'em with the medium?
Road blocks, keep throwin' rocks at the imperium
Hell yeah, a long march, staunch grown wearisome
Seein' fam fallin' through the cracks in the variance
Famished on a barren land of AIDS and malaria
One percent could fix it with a tenth of their inheritance
Freedom buried in the treasure chest of the nefarious
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Terrorists with pipe bombs, who's sittin' on the megaton?
FEMA slow to respond, blame it on the weather, wrong
Billion-dollar telethon, tell 'em where the cheddar gone
And wonder why my people keep their weapons drawn
Emptied of my pride, nothing left inside
Lost the will to fight, Lord knows that I've tried
Beaten by this thing, watching my ship sink
Still I'm listening – please my Nina sing
Upon deliverance we meant to keep you pacified
Same with the others, but some brothers fell to fratricide
Even I was doubtful we could counteract the massive tide
Then arrived the wail I hailed to revive the battle cry
Bellow on, set upon the pleas of the fanciful
An anthem for the resurgence of purpose, grant manifold
Damn this road is chancy, makes advancin' through the sand unmanageable
Lend a hand and chant the canticle
I can't take this pain, I can't stand this rain
All this work in vain, this world is insane
Puppets on a string, pain and suffering
Nothing left to bring – let my Nina ---
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