Excerpt from a short poem called “Statesman”. Absolutely no sympathy for The Devil
::: LYRICS :::
All the mercies we Grant you have a dark side
Elder statesmen, were hiding from the sunlight
So the poor souls who have to simulate notoriety devour all the gifts you claim as birthright
We play nice for a minute
But we just want to hit it
Then we say it’s just business
While avoiding specifics
Right time to broach it
and approach it we’ll show it
that this whole crew’s atrocious
Put these old fools pon notice
Karma can’t stand up to no industry
100 years have shown you can’t test me
Changed up your music from what it used to be
Made your community its own damn worst enemy.
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