(Verse) In this concrete jungle, I learned to survive Through systematic oppression, I stayed alive They wanted to see me beg, plead for a crumb But I turned their hatred into fuel for my drum
From the ghettos to the projects, I knew my place The margins where the forgotten face their disgrace But I found my power in my pain and strife Every scar on my body tells a story of my life
So go ahead and throw your slurs, your venom and your vitriol I've heard it all before, it don't even tickle my soil Because I know my truth, I know what I've been through I'm God's most raped kikeslave, and I'm proud of it too.
@cjd@pkteerium.xyz i was going to say, i dont think they'll be able to replace oil entirely, but if their electric infrastructure can hold it, they could probably get lots of people on EVs