- by Bluewolf -

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these kiddies_,_ were gettin' around,

puttin kodelinez up; pullin' networks down.

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There's alot of money u see changin' _ hands

But it's just a job- I don't push much demands.

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But after the scores, u kno it's nuthin but phun,

where we pool our respect, feel no reason run.

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Cause it's so damn big

so many parts to the whole

Reach any human life

through the lines i control.

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See, above-ground's secret,

bw's the norm,

this sounds kinda mixed up,

but bw didn't get born.

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He was made, 7 u kno I got self-_re_spect._

which gotta be earned, not for imperfects.

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U say Iv got gn0-skillz, say I'm not _ e _ leet

well, i don't prove =shit=, like some ath_l_ete

see, can't work with groups; too pa_ra_noid,

Rewards flesh me up, don't feel like showin the droids.

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All this beauty all around,

the connection's my power

and I can't rise up

unless i pick a few flowers.

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So get to the point,

now u kno that im free.

Let's discuss the time the light side

tried to sterilize me..

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uh, i was sleepin in my bed,

pc burnin vcdz

truly free for a moment,

blissful warez_kid_dee.

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Then blue lights but no sound, sumthin's up, i'm awake!

if u say u weren't shittin, then i know ur a fake

throw-on-a dirty old shirt, steppin into my shoes,

already I'm wond_rin, if I'll finally lose.

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Inspiration - fire the empee,_ sittin under shelf.

Who'da thought it'd come to this, i all burnin' myself.

Then the door falls open an' a pig yells "freeze!"

The fucker's got a rifle balanced over his knee.

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Ignorin' the p0 I light the thermite strips,

& my life burns fast as the sprinkler trips.

The flames get loud and the walls turn black,

im wishin i was still the one who always attacked.

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Someone runs back in, a hero tryna be cool,

I turn around pissed _ and _deck_ the fool.

but the ceiling's on fire & i gotta break free,

run out to the sidewalk, they're all starin' at me.

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The neighborhood drones, & pigs galore,

I'm knowin each reporter wants to make me his whore

I can't really run _ anymore,_ so I stop

& *WHAM* I'm struck down; the p'lice r on top

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Know the cops can't shewt, & they're out-ta shape,

but they'll pound u hard, like a jail-mate.

So I sit on my ass, ideas comin'_ quick,

& I'm wishin I could pull_that_Mat_rix_shit.

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then im locked in a car, hands cuffed at my back

tryn to poke the guy's neck, with my knife through the crack.

He doesn't act happy, but he's drivin real slow,

thinks he's in a parade, puttin' on a big show.

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'Cause it's all a big game, life is but _ a _ dream,

kinda known all along, but u can't make a scene

Underground we're all strong, sometimes trying to fight,

see, we can still find the false wrongs and pure right.

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But it don't come often & it don't come fast,

& even leech's 'light will never find _his_ dumb ass.

so later I'm not talkin, cause i know they won't hear,

right now all I really want, is a woman & beer.

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It's vacation time now, for better or worse,

there must be a way to lift up this curse.

But sure enough, the judge _ doesn't _ even set bail,

somehow records get changed, & I'm outta this jail.

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Call for numbers, card a lappie, pick it up the next day,

& _next_ _thing u know_ _it's_ _G._ _T._ _A_.

Goin' all-out crazy till I get new ID,

a new SS & clothes, no money sounds like it's free.

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Take the bus_ up to Canada,-

Vancouver, B. C.

where I'm hopin that a friend

is _ welcoming _ me.

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Turns out cool-doin' werk,

got my freedom _ wish,

I'm payin off, but u gno

I'm gettin back to the switch.

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Now I'm eatin real food,

lookin' better to the drone,

But every now _ & _ then

they notice me on the phone.

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So I hide in a job,

un-knowin' B. _ C. _ Tel.

It's just a matter of time,

'fore I cause government hell.

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                        -Bluewolf, (c) 1999

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                            [that's Bluewolf2u@hotmail.com, like u care]