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### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # #### ## ## ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ## ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ###### ## ####### [ Rage! ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ "RAGE!" by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu "Copkiller! Better you than me!" (Body Count) "I must keep my head going. Otherwise, I might become mad. Maybe, I am already mad, but I do not feel so. It is other people who have judged me as insane and crazed. - Blue berries and green hills... hum hum... To keep on singing to yourself is the best way of staying sane. My voice keeps the dark demons away from my head. Keep on singing, keep on singing. The white walls are coming towards me. They will try to crush me and send my dead body to hell. I had a fine job, I had a lovely wife. I believed that everything was not so bad after all. - Get lost! No! The words echoes through my mind all the time. Get lost!. Get lost, get lost, get lost... fuck it! Fuck him! Fuck that sterile prick that ruined my life with two words. Get lost!. I hate him. I suddenly hate the whole world around me. I hate sitting in this cold prison, with no contact with the outside world. The outside world. I hate the outside world. But I may have a chance to recover, to start clean, if I just got out of here. I will never get out of here. I am trapped in this cage forever. Two hundred and five years to be exact. That is forever. I guess that when I am dead, I will not be set free. The trap will haunt me in my grave. I was drunk that night. Well, not actually drunk... I was - happy. We were all happy when we got to that bar and had a few beers. It was me, my wife and my grown-up son. We talked for hours before we left and that police car almost drove over me. The tires screeched when the car stopped and I jumped aside. Two police men jumped out with their night sticks ready to strike. - What are you doing? I asked. You almost killed me! - Get lost! To serve and protect. To serve and protect who? Me! All of us! I was no criminal - no real criminal who runs around with black round bombs and spread terror and fear. I am, I AM, a normal citizen! Serve and protect me. If that is too much to ask for, then at least show a little respect for me! Rage. It runs from your feet to your head. Your whole body screams in mental pain. You reach out to touch the pain, but you cannot get it. It is not in your body, it is somewhere else... - Get lost! Why should I? Who gives him the right to tell me what to do? He is supposed to his job, to SERVE AND PROTECT ME, and leave me alone! He has got the power, he has got the gun. His gun increases the size of his dick but not the intelligence. He has got the gun. He can do whatever he want. He can do whatever he want to do! To me! Me! I have not done anything! - Get lost! I do not remember what I said to him. I screamed in anger (rage) what I thought of him. He was a police man, a symbol. He was a symbol for the law. The law, that was supposed to serve and protect me. I trusted him. He crushed my belief. He was not a friendly guy in blue clothes that wanted to help me. He was like everybody else, blind because of his power. He had fire power, he had the gun. I also had a gun. To protect me from those who this police man was supposed to protect me from. Words did not help me. He just stared at me and said that magic words again. Get lost. If he did not listen to me and understood what I said, what was I supposed to do? Carry my rage all my life? No! No way! I did what I had to do. I had to show him that he had not got the power. He had the law on his side, but I had my own personal freedom. He violated it. He thought he was better than me. He was not. He screamed loud, like everybody else do when they are about to die. Two hundred and five years." This small story was written in anger because of the fanatic police. By some strange reason, I always believed that rude cops were rare where I lived. Of course, I was wrong. A couple of days ago, when a police car drove up beside me and two officers jumped out, I simply asked them (in a friendly manner) what they were doing here. They told me to get lost. After a while, one of them however explained to me that they were here to examine if there had been someone that played music too loud. Then they told me to get lost again. I did not - I waited until they had disappeared before I left. They had not got any right to tell me what to do, since I had not done anything wrong. But they tried anyway, just to show off their false authority. Nowadays, if I see a cop through my gun sight, I will pull the trigger. Some day, they must learn that they are meant to serve me - not insult me. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// A gun does not give power. uXu does. Auf die schonen blaue donau: GURUS DREAM +46-8-CLOSEDFOREVER? \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Why you? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #145 Underground eXperts United 1993 uXu #145 Call LHD} -> +1-818-546-2332 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

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