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I should have listened to her
So hard to keep control
We kept on eating but
Our bloated bellies still not full
She gave us all she had but
We went and took some more
Can't seem to shut her legs
Our mother nature is a whore
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist, I got my pen, I got survivalism
Hypnotic sound of sirens
Echoing through the street
The cocking of the rifles
The marching of the feet
You see your world on fire
Don't try to act surprised
We did just what you told us
Lost our faith along the way
Until those hoes believe in your lies
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist, I got my pen, I got survivalism
All a part of this great nation
All a part of this great nation
All a part of this great nation
All a part of this great nation
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist, I got my pen, I got survivalism
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