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Now every master worth his salt knows to keep you on the run
'Cause in doing so you'll never know what you are running from
And every master worth his name knows the measure of his slave
There's a time for using kindness and a time to use the stave
Here's your TV and your paper
That's my power, I'm your raper
I shall lead you with persuasion
To a prison called a nation
Well, it's plain to anybody who has sense enough to see
That the chains that I have bound you with
are the chains that you call freedom
And I never cease to be amazed with the ease I feed you lies
When you've cleaned your plate it'll be too late
and you'll never realize
Here's religion and your Savior
That's my power, I'm your raper
I shall lead you as a great king
To a prison of your making
There are people who will follow masters they have chose to lead
There are reasons that can justify the need for poverty
Like a moth into a candle flame
you will burn your wings on the master's game
As you seek to please the ruler
On your leash you only strain
You must
obey
There is no way
you shall be free
While there is me
Here's your TV and your paper
That's my power, I'm your raper
I shall lead you with persuasion
To a prison called a nation
Here's religion and your Savior
That's my power, I'm your raper
I shall lead you as a great king
To a prison of your making
Lyrics by Stephen Goodfellow 1987
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