I keep hearing you, you keep saying, "these are troubled times"
Some one made a law today, or wrote a nasty rhyme
Your mad that I'm unfazed, and I seem to take it all in stride
I'm happy as I look around, that there's no place left for us to hide
The world has stopped pretending that it tolerates our kind
They forced you from your closet and pulled me out of mine
You're looking for a kingdom, fixed by human hands
But looking back at history thats not the way it stands
They must admit to hating you, for you to love them in perfection
Just like He had to die, or there would be no resurrection
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
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