Breakdown

A Poem by Biatch

O the eagle is guarding the death of your sons
The dollars are falling to pay for your guns
You seek to destroy us but you are the ones
Who’ll try to fight but

Break the f**k down
Break the f**k down

I will break you down
Down right into the f*****g ground
And I will wear the crown
You will break the f**k down
And your nation will drown

Blood of the dead
The reason to behead the red
Illusion the repent
The long dark nights in bed
Easy to achieve
And to break the faith and make believe
O I’ll break you down
Down right into the ground

I’ll make you bleed
I’ll make you scream

I will break you down
Down right into the f*****g ground
And I will wear the crown
You will break the f**k down
And your nation will drown

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