[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 (sfx) 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 [Scratch Hook] [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 [Scratch Hook]