Mr. J Medeiros - Figurehead Catacombs lyrics

Figurehead Catacombs Poor in the reign All for the reign Say the lord to his king Hoarding the grain Ain't no more for the rain is pouring no more All the same say the king Pour me some more If the cup don't forfeit f** the cuffs Cus we gonna cut those gauntlets Lift your cups Sante' the aristocracy wrist to cut All we have is fists and causes It's enough Homie Had them choked by the reign Yoked by the reign by their throat with a chain Broke by the weight of it's load all the same Poor with no name getting paved by their graves Are the roads that remain And they're gone blacked by ball point They're redacted lost in history For a frame the bodies of poor men Line the paintings adorning an old king You can keep that folk lore Blacked by bonfire You can keep that folk lore Backed by barn fires You can keep that cla** room Backed by that sire You can keep that cla** room Staffing that squire And they're gone blacked by ball point They're redacted lost in history For a frame the bodies of poor men Line the paintings adorning an old king And Then They f** Yo Can't take it nah we can't take it Can't take it nah we ain't sacred Can't take it nah we can't take it Can't take it nah we ain't sacred Power prevails till the power's derailed Put in place a new power to devour itself Saw the chains exchange hands feeling proud of itself Meanwhile the same hand needs a mountain to till Look around it comes down to the field it's compounded By will then confounded by a ground that won't yield You were stuck on the gold should have shucked for the gold Now your f**ed out of your luck and out of control And they're gone blacked by ball point They're redacted lost in history For a frame the bodies of rich men Line the paintings adorning a new king It's a grab bag grab bag f** it we don't own a thing A grab bag grab bag f** it we don't own a thing A grab bag grab bag f** it we don't own a thing A grab bag grab bag f** it we don't own a thing f** it we don't own a thing