Borders mean nothing
History is written by the winner = well we won
Borders mean nothing
Poetry is written by losers = everyone
Borders mean nothing
Policy is written by the sinners = son of sam
Borders mean nothing
To me they’re sidewalk chalk
So I think outside the box
When I play hop scotch
Stockpile thoughts. Lots
And you can’t stop me
When I sell em underground
To my unarmed army
Its starting
Love and logics the solution
Citizens of earth have come
To catalyze the movement
So move
Or lose it
Resistance is useless
My two cents is trying to improve
It through music
So listen
Cause were about to take your brain and twist it
Open up your ears insert our fists in with the rhythm
Too many have bled so we use the pen instead
To end this fucking mess with words of medicine
Were looking for peace
An end to all the casualties
Tragedies Atrocities from greedy oligopolies
Hypocrisy and wars for oil property
Robbery, mockeries of peaceful foreign policies
Social sodamy, poverty
Warfare psychologically
If you don’t give a fuck
Then re-adjust your priorities
History is written by the winner = well we won
The fiction in your dictions bout as smoking as your gun
Borders Mean Nothing
