Rap Scallion, Verse 2

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Well you know I'm the seasoning of our discontent

Y'all're killin our kids and you say it's well meant

If you think that "All Lives Matter," lemme see you help my brother

You see he wasn't doin anything when they tazed him and his mother

Just BAM, zip zap! and he's layin on the floor

When he asked them what his crime was, the cop just tazed him some more

And it's more and more and more, 'cross our great nation

If you really care bout us, where's the crowd participation?

What I see is lots of folks who've been kicked outta their country

Moms and kids just suffer; you're offended by their effront'ry

And you say 'don't let 'em in, they're secret spies from ISIS'

Hey you liar, love your neighbor. I thought Christians were the nicest?

You treat others as you'd never freakin' want them to treat you

Oh these hypocrites make me so mad. If I could beat you

Playin' at your own game you'd soon change your tune

To your ruin whatcha doin' hey watch out there's trouble brewin'

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