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Here’s a toast to the dead
if you don’t drink, smoke to the head
for the freedom fighters killed by the feds
for those who died hard in the streets soaking in red
and died slow asleep in a dream choking in bed
here’s a toast to the dead for my enemies that are gone
I’m not a coward so, celebrating that would be wrong
I pray to God that your soul will come back again
so I can see you in the next life and finish it then
a toast to the dead for criminals, burning in hell
I wonder how many presidents are burning as well
Emperors, Popes, Senators, Generals
amputees feelin’ unlucky until they see the vegetables
a toast to the dead for those who I’ve forgotten
written out of the history by the corrupted and rotten
black saints whitewashed during La Reconquista
thousands of Indios Spaniards used to conquer the Incas
F-ck a moment of silence! I need a moment of violence!
like the nineteenth century Caribbean Islands
long live those who came before, that paved the way for me
the warriors and scientists that came before slavery
and if that last lyric was predictable
take your clairvoyance and apply it to your life in the physical
presumptuous half-hearted homunculus
self-destruction is the power without knowing what the function is

here’s a toast to the dead, for all of my fam
I will never let an idea die with a man
my rhymes are like Nazca lines designed to give a view-of-this
Dimebag's still alive as long as his music is
a toast to the dead for poetry legends and pioneers
your legacy won’t be forsaken as long as I am here
knowledge of the past and, wisdom of the present
I’ll teach and leave in the hands of a worthy lieutenant
a toast to the dead, for children with cancer and aids
a cure exists and you probably, could have been saved
sad to see, medicine divorce morality
corporate homewreckers, pimpin’ up a salary
a toast to the dead, for those that’ve died today
the victims and those exonerated by DNA
the only thing worse than giving freedom to the guilty
is killing the innocent, and leavin’ your soul filthy
so, remember me when I’m gone
I encrypted my lyrics to stay alive in a song
so you’ll always keep a piece, of my spirit inside
when you struggle to complete what I started before I died
but some of you, won’t survive the changes the earth makes
swallowed by tsunamis, hurricanes and earthquakes
and that’s just the first stage of ‘you-can-not-reverse-ways’
and realise that we are one, regardless of our birthplace