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PasturesofPlenty

from The Art of Struggle by Son of Nun & DJ Mentos

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I arose from these dusty roads and hauled loads with souls that only god knows, only those chose could behold these woes that break backs and wear soles and not be froze-i-plot each row with the seeds for the crops we sew and break bread but turn ghost when we clock the po-even though we got papers they’re not for show so we come and go like the people that came before-years from spinning flax and- picking the indigo to scratching out a living on the edge of a land that’s stole –Minute men hem the border to stem the flow while our sweat and blood water all that they bought in the store
Cash for crops from tobacco to hops from the fields of Arizona to the northwest docks from the foot of the Rockies with it’s snow capped tops down to the grand canyon and it’s wind swept rocks we stock wheat to corn illegal and hated on – a people who’s labor on so many depend upon

On the-edge of your cities you see us and then we come with the dust and we’re gone with the wind


Up and gone at dawn to find work by the street corner auction block where crime lurks, the line jerks as gringos grind time into dimes, taking the fruit of our labor, leaving us with the rinds – we broke the ties that bind to climb through, the holes in the souls of leaders that blind you, with the threat of job theft while your debts deride you - our wives ride the bus through their lies to side 2 spit shining shrines of the swine who mine you they do – kitchens and kids for sickening bids, at the cribs of the richest of pigs, and while we’re counting our ribs, barely living off the scraps that they give, they tap the loot we wire back to our kids, and draft laws – to close streets paved with our souls in black oz, outlaws of conscience like those who draft dodge, we’re refugees of NAFTA’s economic sabotage. And we ain’t leaving, until your debt breeding, world bank and imf loans stop thieving. Your helping hands left latin American lands bleeding, now on the money trail our families are stampeding.

In the Heart of your cities you can see us and then we come with the dust but we’re strong as the wind

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from The Art of Struggle, released August 6, 2008

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