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I looked up to the real tough dudes

Motherfuckers who did what they had to do

Poverty is a vicious, unceasing beast

And when you are there you learn the feel of its teeth

It opened my eyes and made me do and say

Whatever I could do to keep it at bay

For myself and as many others as I could

We could use our innate violence for good

What was once a proud stand

Is now just a performative dance

Go on, regale me about "the working class"

While you support policies that fuck them in the ass

Look at the real deal criminal minded

Whine and bitch about the "border crisis"

Nevermind the horrors that they've lived and seen

Makes the fights youve been in seem like squabbling of teens

Brotherhood and loyalty; what a fucking joke

You only care for it when it applies to your folk.

Law and order, secure the border

Your cognitive dissonance is a mental disorder

Real fucking criminal but loves the taste of boot

Are you that fucking stupid or hopelessly confused?

Cement a legacy

Built upon hypocrisy

Behind your violent deeds

There is no guiding creed

And all the words you said

Are empty like your head

No honor in blood that's shed

In the name of the mentally dead