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Do you know what it is like to run? Do you know what it is |
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like to live in fear? Because she knows what it's like to run. |
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Because she knows what it's like to live in fear. Rape ritual. |
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How can I stand in silence while you are raping my sister? |
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Ritual! Throw it in the wind because I ain't with that. Say, |
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what have we done with mother, sister, daughter, lover? Beat |
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them down to submission, into that corner of constant fear. |
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Humanity reduced to a sexual commodity, objectification, |
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pretty faces. Molded imagery damn they drop the dirty mack |
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demands. She's more than booty to me; bypass her sexuality. |
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Tradition, your sexism is what you want me to learn. Surrender |
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gender hatred, fade it to kill it, compassion returns. 1 out |
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of 3, and they say my sisters are free, incarcerated by hat- |
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red. Propagated by sodomny, continual ritual victimizing my |
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sister. Physical rape is psychological murder. Ritual! Jenny! |
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Ho! Slut! Trick! Bitch! Buddy! Terms that burn in our popular |
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brutality. That media camera's at you, trying to show you |
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what's up. Illusion magazine fantasy got you feinding to bust |
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a nut. Body identity suffocates in her nudity - she's dying |
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inside. Fashions asking won't let her be. Strip her to flesh |
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for apathetic male ego. You bet the set ain't down with your |
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wak. Rape ritual! We got to meet this hate with love. We got |
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to meet this hatred with love. Why do we fall for it, fuel it, |
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sexual violence equality? Please. So-called alternative move- |
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ment statistics never confess her wounded aloneness , internal |
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inferno, locked away calm diminishment. Sharon Stone, you |
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ain't all that. Madonna, you ain't all that. Sell you shallow |
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shock value charade is wak. Sister, put a fist in what's |
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expected of you. Deny! Defy! False definition of you too; |
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there's no excuse for this brutality or this lack of humanity. |
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rape ritual. I say I throw you into the wind. I say your |
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traditions mean nothing to me. |