Facts Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Give me some of that stacked you've got packed.
Give me some of those facts,
Carried on your back.

Give me some of that stacked you've got packed.
Give me some of those facts,
Carried on your back.

People don't want to believe,
You've got the facts.
People don't want to believe,
Facts like that.
No the people don't want to believe,
You've got the facts.
No the People don't want to believe,
Facts like that.

But,
Give me some of that stacked you've got packed.
Give me some of those facts,
Carried on your back.

Give me some of that stacked you've got packed.
Give me some of those facts,
Carried on your back.

So many people...
Accustomed to be dumbdowned,
People...
Loving to be kept deluded,
People...
Accustomed to be dumbdowned,
Are people....
Fearing to run from the truth.

Give me some of that stacked you've got packed.
Give me some of those facts,
Carried on your back.

I said to give me some of that stacked batched you carry.
Give me some of those facts,
You've got stacked.

People...
Accustomed to be dumbdowned,
People...
Loving to be kept deluded,
People...
Accustomed to be dumbdowned,
Are people....
Fearing to run from the truth.

People...
Accustomed to be dumbdowned,
Are people...
Loving to be kept deluded,
People...
Accustomed to be dumbdowned,
Are people....
Fearing to run from the truth.

Give me some of your facts,
To loosen up your back.
Give me some of those facts,
You've got stacked.

So many people...
Accustomed to be dumbdowned,
Are people...
Loving to be kept deluded,
People...
Accustomed to be dumbdowned,
Are people....
Fearing to run from the truth.

People...
Fear the facts and turn their backs.
Are people...
So deluded they boot truth.

Give me some of that stacked you've got packed.
Give me some of those facts,
Carried on your back.

Give me some of that stacked you've got packed.
Give me some of those facts,
I can handle that.