Bring it back home, to the angst-ridden street
Pessimists’ there, judging
Everything’s All right
Reggae pulse, a fluent heartbeat
The sun demonstrates
Your violence may amuse you
Every night I laugh
When your sect
Conceal the truth, it fuels rebellion
May challenge your perfection
Can’t deno
Unreal (the government)
The screws of liberation are beginning to come
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