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The Oppressed

This world's full of illusions
and Hollywood scenes
They hold us down
then sell us a dream
So it's my conclusion
that millions are stuck
in this invisible trap
on this man made movie screen
And they wonder why the youth
can't stay focused,
Bragging about the crime
Shining up trophies
It's time to nap
I can't understand the need
to see a seed bleed,
Can't wrap it around my mind
But it makes no different how bruised up
the seed is in the ground
God only appreciate the struggle
Hell is blind
Only beauty and hope
is beyond the dirt
They're watching to see us buckle
They want to see us hurt
Adjust your scope, hold back the hound

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Robert Anthony James

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The Oppressed