from the seams   it comes apart   from parisian slums   to NOLA's gutted heart      up from the ground   with the sounds of running in the aftermath   the blowback and the fallout      understand      the implications of   a fucked cycle in decay   symptoms of decline   your privilege on parade      there comes a point   when the bow bends and breaks   when the fucked push back agains   the cradle of the state      the spirit of   '68   '56   '99   2006      so while you while you while away your days,   the underbelly's starin, the back-alley rage   growing down in the depths of the master's estate,   the communities dispersed where the levies break      you can hear the pins drop   because they're under the nails of those in bagram   and guantanamo bay - proxy satellite states   in every case, the themes are the same      the same themes remains      compelled to push back like never before