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Pepperballs | Music Video | Portland, Oregon ICE Facility

   / @portlandandy   https://x.com/ThePortlandAndy @SpeakTheTruthActual [Intro] Welcome to the freakshow! Portland, Oregon, where the weirdos glow! Black bloc, bike locks, ready to roll, Antifa’s at the ICE gate, let’s steal the show! [Verse 1] Dudes wearing panty hose, with a ring in his nose, But lord knows, we ain’t judging, Common denominator, it’s hard to miss the left wing, Chanting “No borders!” while the megaphone sings. They’re tossing vegan pamphlets, spray-paint on the walls, Calling for revolution, but slipping on pepperballs. Portland’s got that vibe, it’s a circus, no doubt, With skinny jeans and molotovs, they’re ready to shout! [Chorus] The smell of pepperballs lingers in the streets, Spicy mist coating everything, even the bottom of your feet. That’s the smell of freedom, makes Antifa run like a possum, Duckin’ through the alleys, yellin' "Nah son!" [Verse 2] You say “Abolish ICE!” while screaming “Global warming!” Which is it? It’s not that hard to think—pick a warning! Make up your damn mind, go party at an ice rink, Instead of standing outside the ICE gate like it’s a food bank. They’re waving red flags, but the irony’s thick, Demanding open borders while the planet’s getting sick. Got a Starbucks cup in one hand, a brick in the other, Shouting “Smash the system!” but still live with their mother. [Chorus] The smell of pepperballs lingers in the streets, Spicy mist coating everything, even the bottom of your feet. That’s the smell of freedom, makes Antifa run like a possum, Sprinting from the cops until cardio is a problem! [Verse 3] Until the next day, after using Chandler’s bathroom, They come back in a new costume, ready to cause a monsoon. Roaming the streets, instead of filling out a job form, Trading work boots for bandanas, it’s the Portland uniform. They’re chaining bikes to lamp posts, calling it a “blockade,” While the ICE folks sip coffee, unbothered by the charade. It’s a street theater showdown, scripts written in spray, But by dawn they’re at the co-op, buying kombucha anyway. [Bridge] Oh, Portland, you’re a canvas for the chaos and the dreams, Where every protest’s got a zine and a vegan ice cream. They scream “Defund!” but love their artisanal brew, Antifa’s at the ICE gate, nothing new! [Chorus] The smell of pepperballs lingers in the streets, Spicy mist coating everything, even the bottom of your feet. That’s the smell of freedom, makes Antifa run like a possum, Dodging clouds of tear gas with bubble machines and costumes