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The Occupants

from Years of Rain by Khemmeta

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The day came wherein the Takers were too bored to let their prey merely sleep oblivious to the war rain falling upon their head. Where's the fun, even in an unmatched battle, if your foe doesn't defend itself? So the Takers shredded the workers housing contracts and sent them notices that said they would be punished for trespassing.

Thrust from their homes, the people gathered in the squares and began to voice their outrage. The Takers sent their enforcers armed with unambiguous war rains. This battle was fun again.

But, then, something unexpected happened. The Occupants seemed stronger than the Takers anticipated. Their catlike hubris in toying with their prey might be their downfall. . .

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2 trillion in bailouts 2 hundred billion in bonuses
3 hundred million Maydoffed and punked on the hocus pocus tip
3 million homeowners reading foreclosure notices
1 shining city whose major export is hopelessness
don't forget, Troy ain't the only state sponsored tragedy
more of our soldiers murk theyselves than finished in Afghani heat
war budget never ever drops into the heroes' pockets
their sacrifices won't matter when they're back here and jobless
we are the 99, we are the War Class
unprotected, unemployed, fuck it call it the Poor Class
spinning our wheels for the blessed ones in the More Class
expecting rewards and instead we're treated like whore ass
we aren't asking for handouts, we want our earnings
and if they hide inside of that building they'll find it burning
they sharked the game for too long, tables are turning
we're a horde of angry parents whose starving babies are hurting
we are the occupants
they forged our mortgages and called us the undocumented
we been here decades, and now they want us to stop existing
remove our lives from the premises for the profit vision
we loaned the loansharks the dollars to keep their halls in business
they kept on sticking it to us as if we're awesome victims
so we came to collect, including all the interest
they want our houses? we're locking down their metropolis
no more bullshit this porta potty is occupied
sew the assholes shut, now there's no one to talk those lies
set up stopping lights, and booths to let the gold go
wall street is our street, so you can pay the road tolls
we'll be marching til our rage is fucking smashing these walls
champaign fat cats think it's party time, sanity calls
they won't be smiling snapping photos when the balcony falls
JP Morgan's enforcers can't lock up gravity y'all
get a fucking clue.


WE ARE THE MULTITUDE, AND WE ARE NOT THE DEAD TODAY
WE ARE NOT THE SLEEPING GIANT, WOKE UP FROM THE BED TODAY
TRY TO PEN US IN, NEVER'S WHAT WE'LL NEVER SAY
WHAT YOU GOT? OUR EYES ARE MADE OF TEAR GAS AND PEPPER SPRAY
WE ARE THE MULTITUDE, AND WE ARE NOT THE DEAD TODAY
WE ARE NOT THE SLEEPING GIANT, WOKE UP FROM THE BED TODAY
TRY TO PEN US IN, NEVER'S WHAT WE'LL NEVER SAY
WHAT YOU GOT? OUR EYES ARE MADE OF TEAR GAS AND PEPPER SPRAY
we are. . .

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from Years of Rain, released November 20, 2012
Produced by Burny Kutter.

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Khemmeta San Francisco, California

Khemmeta's music strives to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves, or are shouted down when they do. His upcoming EP "When I Get To It" produced by Stephonathan (1/3 of both Pride City Purpose & Chedda Guap Boyz) is silly, nerdy, romantic, anti-nihilistic and defiant. He can't wait for you to get to it this [December]. ... more

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