Living in a cloud of red,
white chariot shrouds
fake heavenly messenger.
Your conservative critics cease
to cover cases or close courts
that's the truest.
Glenn Beck will never be president
with Hannity at his side,
He needs a blue bull.
Bitter Christians cling to your
guns,
But I, the happy Muslim
has his Quaran clutched to his chest.
Jihad Al-Sorah, GOP.
I'm not a man of numbers,
I'm a man of words,
cause words I can count on,
to tell tales of fails & passes
of pips & glasses
of the individual & the masses
of hordes of Rasta men in the street
singing:
"Deliver me Jah, my father!"
We raise our fist-
no more for violence-
but so we can take...
one...
step...
at a...
time...
forward.
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