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Tom MacDonald – Unpopular for a Reason

Tom MacDonald – Shield of America (Official Music Video)

NF - Behind my eyes

NF - Fight for Us

I

Behold, who you rebel for your States;

then Press is Oprah and Savage O'.

nobody snuff a prayer, contemplates;

rage and virtue signalling the slight.

Rhinos or Leftovers, then finding Elmo –

more important to Tsundere-Moe,

than to be the Champion of the berates.

II

Unpopular opinion, while the people divided;

News all fake and the doctors on business.

Snake oil sold on every venue, unbridled;

don't seek the opinion controlled and riddled

by bread and circus, zombies of Rudolf Hess!

Be the snake in the grass, squirrel nutty to bless

the branches, then the root rotten and stump Biden.

III

Then MLK turning in his grave, for Obama was POTUS –

people had drones not American Dreams for opponents.

Government private, lobbied to Pocahontas hoaxRus;

you cant fart nor shit, unless daddy gave you a Trust!

Be strong for your people, who you bust rhymes, gents;

for you're the last Bastion, Happy Thought – never relent!

The silent footsteps of the shadow of the Lord ordeal thus.

IV

Your wormwood and vinegar shall be turned to honeycombs;

then establishment sneers, Japha your creed!

No Goa'uld, Ori, Wraith shall prevail, entomb;

Popular-Unpopular, El Shaddai be your breadcrumb!

Take heed, strength and virtue, like the Ravens breed;

yours to nurture Eliyah in the cave, peck the eyes of Ree.

Don't give up in despair, then the juggernaut comes...

IV

Bury your feet in the ground, stand up, then women torn;

He made She, Man Mxn – transition the lies Mayhem.

Fight the drugs and Hormones, give true providence not horns;

struggles blind, souls despair, but the Warrior prevails corn.

Then Holios want to ass-holy and streets reeking of bedlam –

be the voice of reason, as the Jesters snort: “Treason, Spam!”

Imprison the young foxes, resign the old, as the World seems worn.

V

Ruined the Bastille, climbed all fences, high hills Shibboleth;

take courage, for you don't fight alone – behind your cries,

nice tries, tears and failures, as the enemies only Crystal Meth –

don't fallout, postal the boyscout, who cares to counter MacBeth!

Smokes and mirrors, the broken reflections, don't run lullabies;

respect your duty, take up the fallen banner, hold the line from Bias,

For God can make you Fishers of Heaven and Reapers of Meh.