Tono: B
Introducción:
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Tacoma Center sixteen hundred suffer sleepless nights
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no phone calls home to families, no reading, no Miranda rights
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a second tier of prison, as if the first was not enough
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it seems a citizen?s great promise is
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a place to sleep when they lock you up
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But either way, they are commodifying someone,
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the dreary endless days don?t pass like numbers on a page,
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they sit in silence ?til they rail against the irons of their cage
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But such a casual addition to supplies, to chains, to flows
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tucked between logistics systems, a lock factory, a railroad
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as billboards picture families, reunited in their homes
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buses carry ?unnamed? inmates
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to unnamed jails, to unnamed roads
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It is a euphemistic package for apartheid
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a billion dollars earned in someone else?s blood
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how to monetize the labors lost from deportation trolls
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Hundred and twenty five dollars a head
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hundred and twenty five dollars a bed
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and on weekends we gathered outside of the gates
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just to read off the name of the dead
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I must say it?s a strange sense of sedition
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just to show the hopes we?d hold
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contract the contradict contrition
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of soulless states, of stateless souls
(No chords)
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Oh eugenic organs, how you beat, constrict, and breathe
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And oh you magic markets do detain, defeat, deceive
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and on the edge of this gross city, your mixed metaphors conceive
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remuneration, replication, yes, interminably.