Inner Stand We don't need your ignorant laws, And all your silly regulations. While you're watching me For potential incrimination. Your laws, they just aren't workin' But you seem blind to this `Cuz your palms are getting' a greasin' While you're takin' care of biz. Your schools are ticking tombs Of the children that they house Drugs and guns are running rampant In this game of cat and mouse. Backpacks loaded with 8th grade readers A sandwich and some cookies But you didn't catch the 38 Hidden in fake bookies. And the beat goes on . . . Teachers and Priests and those you entrusted With `handling' our youth All the while with intent encrusted Burying the truth And now many of them are busted And you act so disgusted `Cuz the maladjusted had co-conspirators, tight lipped, who knew. But held white knuckled to the knowledge fearing the light. And now you receive all the rage being vented Because we see it could've been prevented. And the merciless beat goes on . . . Your elected officials grow corrupt In a system that corrupts the best. Power Plays, Victims, Take Overs and Pawns Even the cleanest can't face the test. The lies are now coming into the sun Where all of us can see Liars and cheaters, Deniers, deceivers. Hidden agendas `Good Guy' pretendas The list goes on and on. Cheatin' husbands Lyin' wives Preists, Politicians and Teachers Ministers, Rabbis, Psychiatrists, And all of the TV Preachers. Caught in the carnage of their own lies. Don't dare look at what's inside. Don't dare look at what you despise. You're all sitting on the fence Of Truth or Consequence. Time to face The High Command. Time to make your Inner Stand. But don't you mind me now, I'm just a fanatical radical. Rick LaFerla   -  Author of the voice