Assistant Assassin

Assistant Assassin: Not a political Assassin just in a league of our own. Certain circumstance lead to my high rankings. Staring blankly into the eyes of those uniformed men. No matter our President, the league of assistant assassin will constantly be present. Innocent life's spread across these desert sands. So discrete the Government. Defeated, when the victimize speaks of peace. Increase the struggle in third world countries. They're struggle my struggle! Named my M16, the GIFT OF THE FREE. That was way back when I was young in naive. Shhhh, WHAT IS FREEDOM? In the land of the free, the home of the depressed, suppressed youth, they're dream not educational but on the corner near that telephone booth. Crack sales for the CRACKA, assistant to the ASSASSINS. I've realized my war is deeper than my so called military appearance. Thank you for my militant mind and the start of my revolutionary action. My satisfaction is in my faith, giving to the youth before they become me in this white mans league... I'm a assistant assassin... Broken, molded, hungry, ordered, stricken, no freedom of speaker, no freedoms at all, forgotten history of love and misery and finally i've rebelled. Rebelled for the lies, rebelled for freedom, rebelled for the love of my people, rebelled to live, rebelled to give, rebelled to forget the corrupted in this Corps of Assassins. I've loosen the bond of social bondage. I've broken the chains that healed me capture. When I get out they gon' feel my rapture... My own league of Lyrical Assassins.