Holy Rolla
• Written by Qoey
When a holy roller comes, what will you do
Who will you choose to fight words that they say be true
It's unstoppable like Titans kicking walls
No cop's got the balls to enforce these laws
Forced into a settlement everywhere they went
Light fires under tea kettles, bent outta shape by men
who disrespect in their eyes the upper echelon, them
Are the kind that get mad and claim dominion, then
Set ablaze, spread disease, many days, zealot craze
Payed a debt, laid down men, killed and left
At the right hand of the big man they're scheming
With a tight band, place a drill rig in another's holy land
Play the worship service next to those who're hurting
Big smiles, Holy Shit, the crusaders are beaming
Claiming Free men when they're really just a reason for screaming
Fast forward a century or four, no end to scheming
Score card reads home zip away 5
With the "away" scratched to read "home," too
While the original home team placed away in internment
Lost a million lives in a human zoo for your discernment
All those left are forced into drink and theft
Blamed for bullshit, a good word for it is "bereft"
Those who can escape the life, assimilate and get left
Scraping at the bottom of barrels, gun's pointed at heads
Is it fair? No but apparently it's free
For reservation escapees to starve in the streets
A sigh of white guilt when we hear about the problems
But so few try to fight what's built after the grades, they drop 'em
This is not a call to action, it's just to make you
Aware of what the real deal is, A K A the truth
Don't ignore the shit because you don't like it
Give a little, whittle away at the problem, and fight shit
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Qoey
Member since January 14 2014