How could you expect me too,
to get right at it
When all I've seen is a greed machine
that makes trusting a bad habit
They say join the ranks of the working class
or choose a debt and education
You have no choice son, so do what's right
It's money not your dreams you should be chasing
I chose to ignore to live and explore
without a moments hesitation
For 12 years straight in a desk behind a gate
they had me wait for liberation
And I'm still waiting...
They take it for profit, we make it, they sought it, they reign it to drain what's left in our pocket
They map it and plot it, they wage it, we fought it, they burn it, we churn it, they tie it, we knot it
They bleach it and blot it, we bleed it and clot it, they shine it and feed it, we eat it or rot it
They stripe it and dot it, separate it and lot it, they place it, we chase it, they build it, we mod it
How dare you expect me too, be so systematic
When all I've seen is a fascist regime faking democratic.