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Black Stone in White Sand
Black Stone in White Sand
Corruption, it disables
And in today’s world it halts,
And it stutters,
As it cuts off the freedom flowing,
Through my veins and cuts out,
The punk that I am, kicking and screaming.
(Chorus)
I’m the black in the white,
The boat in the rough seas,
The punk in the mods,
And I see,
A lot of shit being thrown around,
And no one speaking up,
Against the rule of the white sand,
Letting the black stone fade away.
Another sight I see,
That makes me sick to my gut.
A man walks down a street,
And no matter what,
Always lives in fear,
Fear of those who would oppress him,
Fear of those who hate him,
Fear of his own people.
(Chorus)
This punk inside is the diamond in the rough,
The silver in the steel,
The everlasting piece of me that cries out,
Against the motion of the well oiled machine,
That turns the cogs of the world,
Never letting you see,
Democracy is dead.
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