Tax-Us Prisinner

We are the ones who verbally say the least
Comrades who march from the east
Challenging what southerners accept as the norm
We rain on their parade, like an unsuspecting storm

Beyond colors, a nation of one
Time is short, so much to be done
Blood and bullets worked in the past
Knowledge and education are meant to last

We are comrades who possess the plan
to overthrow and change this capitalist land
The politicians are dangerous to our own
Devious acts we don't condone

Bogus laws, misled justice
If we don't unite now, they'll imprison all of us
We fondly believe it's a tragic fate
Unite now, before it's too late

Real criminals go free, while we rot in jail
In capitalism, even freedoms are for sale
Pen and paper are the weapons to use
If we pull together, we definitely won't lose

Remove crime and corruption from your sight
Standing in solidarity, it's our right
Each of us harbors a leader deep within
Improve ourselves, but they'll never permit us to win

To comrades in the state of Tax-us, it's a wake up plea
Even locked down, we can seek to be free
This is national oppression induced by the man
Masking themselves as the Kool Kolored Klan