[Verse One]
My house is like a bunker
I won't open the door
Turn off the f**in' TV
Cause all I'm seeing is war
Chaos projected
Til my dome is infected
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sh**'s hectic!
This is a greater depression
Politicians are henchmen
Working for corporations
Wealth concentration camps
They won't give us a chance
On the backs of the many
So the few can advance
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[Verse Two]
Economy collapsing
The people are trapped in
The wealthy acting like they didn't know this would happen
Retirement dried up
The elderly work force
Nowadays at 65 you've gotta be a workhorse
Makes you wonder what the end goal is for the cold and soul less
My man pa**ed me the steel like
"Here hold this!"
We bout to make a change
Told him "Brother it's a paper game
You've gotta leave their money in flames
To give em pain
We break into this place
End up in jail
Incarceration's gonna make the wealthy wealthier still
He peeped me through the blunt smoke
Without a complaint
Out of respect for my knowledge yo
He showed some restraint
We're the earth inheritors
Representing all areas
You spend trillions to control what we think
You're scared of us
Y'all unworthy to serve we the people
You profit off of d**h
And you manifest evil
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