| Posted On: | 2005-10-30 00:00:00 |
Gravity brings you down..
considers ravers all clowns..
their braggarts and thieves
seeing us all as sieves
wringing our pockets dry
hanging us upsidedown to cry
demanding more than deserved
awaiting to be served
they view ravers with disgust
and promoters with distrust
they lack courtesy and plur
in their touques made of fur
they laugh in our face
and spit at us in thier place
we're oranges to be squeezed
and they're rulers to be pleased
they take whatever they want
and in our faces they flaunt
the power they feel they hold
standing all tall and bold
backed up by evil angels
theyre nothing but devils
they deserve to be closed, fought
felt a bit of what they've brought
take the fight to their door
bring it hard and bring more
prep your wep, front line it
cause they deserve all the shit
join me in taking them down
help make them the clowns
they have no respect for us
no love, no trust, no lust for us
they live for money and power
in their gardens nothing flowers
only a growing sense of fear
they love to instill it there and here
lets give em some of what they've got
lets light fires and make them hot
they deserve to be in our shoes
to do so, everything they must lose
their credibility, their space
I don't plan to lose this race
I'm the tortoise and they're hares
I take my time passing their glares
and I feel the hate and greed
so I make up for my lack of speed
I cover more ground, see all the sides
they'll lose in thier uncalculated strides
step up, get ready, the fights on the way
you just don't feel it yet, another day
