Title: The Kennedy Dynasty - Part 2: The Concession Purchase]

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[Title: The Kennedy Dynasty - Part 2: The Concession Purchase]

[Date: 1930-1945]

[Verse 1]
Inside the central market blocks, behind a heavy screen,
The trust directors papered down the fast regulatory scene.
The SEC executives had signed the watch-dog sheet,
To lock the insider formulas down and structure the deceit.
The state administrators watched the tickers from the floor,
To guide the artificial tracks inside the weapon door.
The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one,
To run the major sanction net before the race was won!

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the managers of the square,
Calculated the private embassy funds while climbing up the stair.
The house of Rothschild inside London drew the inner line,
To buy the strategic property and block the light divine.
The puppet barons on the stage believed their words were law,
A magnificent mechanical power that the masses with terror saw.
They didn't see the layout of the triple corporate net,
That used the forced concession loops just to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
They targeted the public trust inside the trading pen,
To shield the wealth of rulers and the shadow-ruling men.
The managers of embassy logs controlled the central press,
To hide the massive liquor chart and maintain the long distress.
The living witnesses today still look back at the frame,
How every single government has played the lying game.
The columns marched by thousands through the dust and through the mud,
While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood!

[Chorus]
The puppet theater is truly closing now,
the curtain falls and they stand exposed,
No more strings and no more crowns,
We watch with our Hands raised high,
And see them standing in the full light...

Do they still act like that ??
Yes they still act like that ..
They broke their solemn duty to the crowd,
But we have no masters on this sovereign land,
And no wooden director commands this living hand

Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

[Outro]
The golden altars turn to lead, the ancient crowns will rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.
There was no PRIDE On there side, 
just greed so they choose to lock their mind!

God says: Your Body is MY Temple
And no wooden master commands this living heart.
Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

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[Title: The Kennedy Dynasty - Part 2: The Concession Purchase] [Date: 1930-1945] [Verse 1] Inside the central market blocks, behind a heavy screen, The trust directors papered down the fast regulatory scene. The SEC executives had signed the watch-dog sheet, To lock the insider formulas down and structure the deceit. The state administrators watched the tickers from the floor, To guide the artificial tracks inside the weapon door. The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one, To run the major sanction net before the race was won! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the managers of the square, Calculated the private embassy funds while climbing up the stair. The house of Rothschild inside London drew the inner line, To buy the strategic property and block the light divine. The puppet barons on the stage believed their words were law, A magnificent mechanical power that the masses with terror saw. They didn't see the layout of the triple corporate net, That used the forced concession loops just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] They targeted the public trust inside the trading pen, To shield the wealth of rulers and the shadow-ruling men. The managers of embassy logs controlled the central press, To hide the massive liquor chart and maintain the long distress. The living witnesses today still look back at the frame, How every single government has played the lying game. The columns marched by thousands through the dust and through the mud, While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood! [Chorus] The puppet theater is truly closing now, the curtain falls and they stand exposed, No more strings and no more crowns, We watch with our Hands raised high, And see them standing in the full light... Do they still act like that ?? Yes they still act like that .. They broke their solemn duty to the crowd, But we have no masters on this sovereign land, And no wooden director commands this living hand Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on .. [Outro] The golden altars turn to lead, the ancient crowns will rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. There was no PRIDE On there side, just greed so they choose to lock their mind! God says: Your Body is MY Temple And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..

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