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People in the streets,their hands clenched in fists

Freedom fighters of the land

Fear no bloodshed,feel no pain

They know who are the good & bad

Little trolls who say war is peace

Contradict the intellect

Speak out loud,speak out proud

It is you they want to forget

Chorus:

I am the one they are a mob

I am an independent soul

They are a group of cold - blooded lives

You know I am,you know I am

I'm the writer,the writer,I'm the writer

Some like to march,& some like to preach

Some like to grind it in your brain

Some speak with guns,& some through their teeth

But I've got the paper & pen

Thoughts in ink,I dwell on my pad

Won't you read my point of view

If you don't buy it,go to the riot

But I'll stay safe at what I do

(Repeat Chorus)

The writer is coming for you,the writer is gonna get you

Write...Write...Writer