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                   For the love of money

                   You rape my mother

                   Castrate my brother

                   Pimp their dreams of hope

                   To dawn your heroin whore

                   Cocaine, ice, easy money



                   Standin' on the corner

                   Breath all stankin'

                   Legs wide open

                   Breedin' the stench

                   Of aids and honey



                   You write songs of love

                   But not for me



                   Blackness is strength

                   Pure in form



                   Whiteness is bleached

                   Blackness



                   Robbed of all nutrition

                   Pure decadence

                   Pumped into the veins

                   Of creation



                   For the Luv of it



                   Creating untrue opposites

                   Black being evil

                   -guilty by any means necessary



                   White being good

                   -worthy all purity



                   As written in your Diary

                   -Webster's Dictionary



                   You write songs of love

                   But not for me



                   Being all that you can be

                   In your schemes of hypocrisy



                   For the Luv of it

                   For the Luv of it



                   You write songs of love

                   But not for me



                   For the love of Supremacy

                   In all it's Whiteness

                   You raise the pyramids

                   Siphon their power

                   To validate your thrown



                   For the Luv of it



                   For the love of your soul

                   You chastise it

                   And condemn it black

                   By definition of your diary

                   Webster's Dic.

                   As you praise your

                   Darkside - to be the whitest

                   Of purities

                   By definition of your diary

                   Webster's Dic.



                   For the love of my people

                   You turn them out

                   To the lust of their desires

                   Forgetting themselves within

                   Congregating about

                   At every whim of their

                   Lower heads

                   Disregarding their

                   God heads



                   For the Luv of it



                   For the love of your

                   EGO - this is a soothing appetizer



                   For the love of your

                   Main course ideals

                   You secularize their

                   Self contained souls to worship your whore

                   Goddess of easy money

                   Procreating their lives

                   To spawn your dreams

                   Move over "Barbie"

                   Here lies "Rosemary's Baby"



                   For the Luv of it



                   How do you love me

                   Let I count the ways



                   You write songs of love

                   But not for me



                   For the love of wishing wells

                   You throw my people into

                   Jailed-prison cells

                   Assuring that these institutions

                   Were designed

                   To increase their wishing skills

                   Somdomizing the Blackness

                   Of their collective wills



                   For the Luv of it



                   You write songs of love

                   But not for me



                   For the love of Comedy

                   You re-write the truth

                   And sell it to my people as Gospel

                   While you watch them

                   Seep deep into perdition

                   Trying to procure proficiency

                   In a profile progeny

                   Of your prognostic program

                   To inspire a smirk - on your child's face

                   At the expense of their lives and

                   Obliteration of their race



                   For the Luv of it