2005-02-08 - wantonwise
Murderers hurt, disembodied, berated them
If they were great - then somebody hated them
Who were the ones and where were they when
Those ignorant fools killed off our wise men
And what was the motive there?
What made you go live there?
Why did you go with the crowd?
That mob of a coo thronging loud�
Were you crazy to hang on to lies?
Did you want just to cut them to size?
Keep `em all guessin
Teach `em a lesson
How dare they speak about truth?
Were they present there in your youth?
Do they know the pain that you bear?
And all that it took to get where
You had to work quickly
Your culture was sickly
You framed every reference with care
It�s always been like that: unfair
From the tribe to the chief
Behind the belief of every spirited fare
Were the salmon upstream swimmin�
It was all about the women
What they do diddly do and didn�t do or dare
Was dependent on the stature that you had
So you had to come up hardcore, tough and bad
And you had to snuff out life along the way
Those evidences trying to convey
Whatever it is that our wisemen would say
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