Toast To The Dead

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 on the streets,
Bullet wounds, clothes soaking in red
They died slow asleep in a dream,
Of Luther being president whilst choking in bed

Here’s a toast to my enemies that are gone,
I’m no coward, so celebrating would be wrong
I pray to God that your souls will comeback again,
So when you’re reborn we can finish it then

A toast to the dead criminals burning in hell,
I wonder how many presidents are burning as well
Emperors, Popes, Senators and Generals,
Only give loyalty to those who aren’t vegetables

A toast to the dead, those who’ve been forgotten,
Written out of history by the corrupted and rotten
Fuck a moment of silence, we need intellectual violence
Long live those who came before, that paved the way for me,
The warriors, scientists and martyrs before slavery