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Текст: Toxic Narcotic. 89-99. Melting Pot.


Thrown inside this so called melting pot, pressed against the walls, the spoon don't hit this spot, crushed up blackened burned by the walls we rot, you try to mix it up but separation's what you got, the way it looks from here, youth's filled with fear, it's how it looks from here, the mounting storm front, the way it looks, who's at the helm, who steers? No matter who's in power, oppression turns the gears, steal rape oppress, blame it on the next, you guess what's best ? but you're always fuckin wrong again, don't try to reach me, keep on grabbin but it ain't free, brainwashed school, they try to teach me, what's to be done before we all crash, head first into the wall is all it takes to wake up, and realize who's victimized, not you or the man! The all mighty dollar in demand, here's the plan! Nothing but confrontation, fueled by distrust and misinformation, keep'em fighting and watch disintegration, keep them down, no win situation!