I’m from the copper town where the earth shakes||•
while misfits contemplate about how to put food on the plate||•
toking reefer leaving a smoke trail while we designate names for the erbs we inhale||•
lost sight of all my ambitions due to codeine prescriptions now I paint my words in braille||•
Even though it’s a matter if hierarchy, these white collar thugs done put my city up for sale||•
the rich get richer|
In their pockets it gets deeper||
while we are left to starve and be “rich in soul”||•
and they still want to control us with the money they hold||•
I’m from the copper town where ART is a way of Life||•
A place where we create and televise our Art straight from our minds||•
From 808’s to Mural Paints||•
Snandawa shall forever be great||•
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