making some fly paper, contemplating mob capers
my patience tapers seeing weaker people taking favors
my people bleeding while the greedy deamons rape us
those that have the cash and the kids that cash in
on mom and dad's rations that afford for name brand fashions
the same bastards that can afford to save stashes
are making stacks investing while exempt from paying taxes
meanwhile the working class only holds bus passes
and the lack of funds from taxes contracts to lower classes
i can't believe it's deemed as right
that the majority of people can't even lead a life
unless a finger's pressed on the pulse of your neck
from a bank while a load of debt lingers on your head
it's no wonder we plunder, held under as the funders
of the flag we wallow under, depressed, upset
wrecks of selfishness, addicts feeling helplessness
our health is dead and death is rest
in my head it's all i can't forget
the bread that doesn't spread
we tried education but money keeps us in our places
we tried to be patient saving but we're facing inflation
i'm caged in with nothing left and left complacent
it's no more a case of races,
the race has changed its pace and we're in stasis
i can't erase this hate, regain this faith
i can't keep playing this game with the same refrain
i look back at my tracks from where i came
i made a long way with my slim remains
i had to hack and slice, exploit each chance and vice
i had to bet my last cent on both credit and debit
i came from nothing to something
made my way pushing and shoving
no cushions or loving came from all of my suffering
i got ambition to live, get fit and have kids one day
i can barely afford to get prescriptions to keep sane
this kid's a pissed off critic with a list of shit to spit
this shit is fucking ridiculous, i'm tired and sick of it
i merit to bitch, i toiled to live
i watched the communities around me turn canabalistic
from a baby to kid, adolescence and onward
i can barely stand to suffer, work, and live any longer
knelt down i belt out for someone to help out
but those who give a fuck and understand too need help now
so if my soul seems cold a chills the winters
if my demeanor is less than respectful or sincere
know that i'm on the brink of straight giving up
for no other reason than i don't give a fuck
i daydream of waking up and can't sleep enough
hoping some day soon some broke motherfucker
thinks that i can get mugged
so i can blow the top of all my angst and erupt
worse case scenario leaves me down in the mud
so i may mean nothing and this means nothing to you
but you don't know what a desperate motherfucker will do
when that pissed off mother fucker has got nothing to lose