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Nathaniel Bernitz Raise The DazeThe game is for tools But this isn’t about rhyming It’s about the truth We don’t want to be constricted in its mire of hate All the liberal media we encounter are just capitalist bait Their lies and propaganda force us to suffocate When we accept social norms we secure our fate of demise Don’t let the corporations with their Viagra tell you that worth is size We must not rely on the state to be mere beings and sodomize Our children are the victims of these vicious loops They come into our world and are exposed to hierarchy; it’s an alleyoop They go through their early years, being raised on material goods I wonder how our children grew up before they had a robot dog that went woof? The system is a sponge, where we are all absorbed We are entrenched in artificial victories; go to stop it at the source Our children can’t continue to be influenced, for the road ahead is coarse If we buy into the markets we will be forever in remorse It’s not even enough for us to just create discourse We’ve got to bring a revolution that parallels the fire of the Norse I remember grade school; we were all trying to be cool My folks were always on my back, cause’ my grades made me look like a fool Our government doesn’t care how I do on my biology test They want to keep us in an institution, prevent us from creating economic unrest. We learn white man knowledge like the teachings of Adam Smith All the praise of the system is just urban myth No longer can we sit back and take the thrusts of oppression, for there is no climax, its merely a simulation Those CEOs buy the car with the biggest number on it, with the name that everyone chants Their excuses for their insolence are just meaningless rants They need this car because they need a five star crash test rating instead of four, as if their life has meaning Their very existence is in itself demeaning Our employees and CEOs displaced our fellow humans At whatever costs to their own social unions You look back with no pride Your actions would be so lucky to be a rip in the tide They disrespect our elders with the philosophy of retirement Their policies aren’t generosity; they are defilement They throw money at our parents; expect them to go away If I ever forget their generosity is atrocity, that’ll be the day Money is flowing, but we aren’t all knowing. The government’s obligation is to the sovereignty of the nation The state puts moral constrictions on our social relations They pronounce curses on our daily articulations We go through life making money Pretending our lives are so sunny All to continue a life long struggle We can’t just say abracadabra, we’re just muggles Just so we can give birth to our children The slaves of corporate America and Paris Hilton The continuity of the totality of the brutality Must not be considered veniality, their gestures ain’t geniality Raze the daze End the phase For when we destroy capitalism The result will amaze |
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]
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