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E.l.i.t.e.

The breath of a hurricane
It’s the conspiracy on the emerald hills — the death rattle of a shadow company
The silencer, the sleeper and a charnel house — for every luxury
They’ve forgotten more names than i would like to recall
Erect your wonder wall i will remain appalled
The 'mouths to feed' are dry with novocaine
The pure gasp eats the rain — it won’t stand the breath
Of a hurricane
(not luxuries for some… but necessities for all)
This is how i got a taste, i got a place in this unremitting call
Not luxuries for some of us but necessities for all
They level out, the playing field — it’s raw diplomacy
The sonic ride, the thunderbolt — tempest of equity
And line up all, with attrition now — and stroll capitol lane
The dual thrust of ambition won’t… — won't stand the breath…
Of a hurricane
I’ve tasted — i’ve tasted — i’ve wasted — how i’ve embraced it
Audacious brilliance — running that welfare mile
Leaving that noble drop — and a stalwart missile
It’s all about vision — who shoots the biggest gun
Who beats the loudest drum — who runs the longest run
Silent variety — debilitated brain
Compelling liberty — the breath of a hurricane