Ain't my dialect
Into the dialect
This is a PSA
Full alarm fire test
Prose for the dire times
Wired for the tireless
Reality's quite oppressed
To war with a blindness
Hate filled and mindless
Mob like a zombie
Drunk when I'm fogged out
Those without jobs now
Armed for the darkness from the heart of the darkness
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