["It must come from the poor, a rebellion of the spirit that reaffirms
their intrinsic human worth, based upon who they are rather than what they
possess." Mumia Abu-Jamal - War On The Poor]



You live your life and bask in your fame,

but people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

Take a look behind the facade,

see what is hidden in the dark,
set the balls rolling and put your cards on the table.


Your paltry generosity was only a means to an end,

the veil to cover your evil face.

Your kindness is just a pretence for your machination,
you have blotted your copy-book,
you're ruthless.


Let the shades fall down to end the tyranny,
to create an abundance

if birdlife without greed and pain.

Your paltry generosity was only a means to an end,

the veil to cover your evil face.
Your kindness is just a pretence for your machination,
you have blotted your copy-book,

you're ruthless.