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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ Rage! ] [ By The GNN ]
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____________________________________________________________________
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____________________________________________________________________
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"RAGE!"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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"Copkiller! Better you than me!"
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(Body Count)
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"I must keep my head going. Otherwise, I might become mad. Maybe, I am
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already mad, but I do not feel so. It is other people who have judged me
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as insane and crazed.
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- Blue berries and green hills... hum hum...
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To keep on singing to yourself is the best way of staying sane. My voice
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keeps the dark demons away from my head. Keep on singing, keep on singing.
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The white walls are coming towards me. They will try to crush me and send
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my dead body to hell.
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I had a fine job, I had a lovely wife. I believed that everything was
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not so bad after all.
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- Get lost!
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No! The words echoes through my mind all the time. Get lost!. Get
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lost, get lost, get lost... fuck it! Fuck him! Fuck that sterile prick
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that ruined my life with two words. Get lost!. I hate him. I suddenly
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hate the whole world around me. I hate sitting in this cold prison, with
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no contact with the outside world. The outside world. I hate the outside
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world. But I may have a chance to recover, to start clean, if I just
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got out of here.
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I will never get out of here. I am trapped in this cage forever. Two
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hundred and five years to be exact. That is forever. I guess that when I
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am dead, I will not be set free. The trap will haunt me in my grave.
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I was drunk that night. Well, not actually drunk... I was - happy. We
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were all happy when we got to that bar and had a few beers. It was me, my
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wife and my grown-up son. We talked for hours before we left and that
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police car almost drove over me. The tires screeched when the car stopped
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and I jumped aside. Two police men jumped out with their night sticks
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ready to strike.
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- What are you doing? I asked. You almost killed me!
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- Get lost!
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To serve and protect. To serve and protect who? Me! All of us! I was
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no criminal - no real criminal who runs around with black round bombs and
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spread terror and fear. I am, I AM, a normal citizen! Serve and protect
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me. If that is too much to ask for, then at least show a little respect
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for me!
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Rage. It runs from your feet to your head. Your whole body screams in
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mental pain. You reach out to touch the pain, but you cannot get it. It
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is not in your body, it is somewhere else...
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- Get lost!
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Why should I? Who gives him the right to tell me what to do? He is
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supposed to his job, to SERVE AND PROTECT ME, and leave me alone! He has
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got the power, he has got the gun. His gun increases the size of his dick
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but not the intelligence. He has got the gun. He can do whatever he want.
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He can do whatever he want to do! To me!
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Me! I have not done anything!
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- Get lost!
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I do not remember what I said to him. I screamed in anger (rage) what I
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thought of him. He was a police man, a symbol. He was a symbol for the
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law. The law, that was supposed to serve and protect me. I trusted him.
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He crushed my belief. He was not a friendly guy in blue clothes that
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wanted to help me. He was like everybody else, blind because of his power.
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He had fire power, he had the gun.
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I also had a gun. To protect me from those who this police man was
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supposed to protect me from. Words did not help me. He just stared at me
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and said that magic words again. Get lost. If he did not listen to me and
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understood what I said, what was I supposed to do? Carry my rage all my
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life? No! No way!
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I did what I had to do. I had to show him that he had not got the power.
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He had the law on his side, but I had my own personal freedom. He violated
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it. He thought he was better than me.
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He was not. He screamed loud, like everybody else do when they are about
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to die.
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Two hundred and five years."
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This small story was written in anger because of the fanatic police. By
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some strange reason, I always believed that rude cops were rare where I
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lived. Of course, I was wrong. A couple of days ago, when a police car
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drove up beside me and two officers jumped out, I simply asked them (in a
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friendly manner) what they were doing here. They told me to get lost.
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After a while, one of them however explained to me that they were here to
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examine if there had been someone that played music too loud. Then they
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told me to get lost again. I did not - I waited until they had disappeared
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before I left. They had not got any right to tell me what to do, since I
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had not done anything wrong. But they tried anyway, just to show off their
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false authority.
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Nowadays, if I see a cop through my gun sight, I will pull the trigger.
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Some day, they must learn that they are meant to serve me - not insult me.
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///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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A gun does not give power. uXu does.
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Auf die schonen blaue donau: GURUS DREAM +46-8-CLOSEDFOREVER?
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Why you?
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uXu #145 Underground eXperts United 1993 uXu #145
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Call LHD<48> -> +1-818-546-2332
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