People, they open their palms to me
What they want they take from me
What I got they gotta take
There's no more truth, it's all a fake
BUILD ME
BUILD ME A BOMB
THEN ALL MY PROBLEMS
THEY'LL BE GONE
I'm sick and tired of the same routine
Just a part of an official scheme
But I'll be sure that when I'm sold
It won't be my head that rolls alone