The Fourth Reich of the Rich
Qwel how many shorties born in debt to day cause aint no question we was raised to be a slave in the system victimised by the initials missile get they headins straight thinkin wishful in the midst get stuck for debtors rates ot the holly ghandi or john d rocka on his get away like jesus on the tables in your temples flip your cheddar plates the more things change they stay the same feudal serfdom twice the burden and toil but now the soil aint worth none it's funny when moneys backed by lies plus interest but everybody clutchin for they lives what is this we dummies nobody in they mind admits this image blinded so nobody in they eyes aquitted when every infant is a number reduction quickens at the cypher we convinced its infinite we can approach the hocus pocus till the focus diminish lonely vultures grabbin riches his lonely throne in this prison
you haul 16 tons yall and what do you get besides another day older colder deeper in debt it seems for everyone forgiven instead of resistin listen this is his weapon we left decisions for the heavens what if heavens within us among us you spit some real shit and youll get strung up but sell it out and get a class or mass to spit in front of and none of these greedy fuckers give your mind respect were easy to control and mold with our minds on stress plucked my i from the iris of the irs we tryin to die hard or scared for the imf yellin fuckem from my chest and leapt from zions crest kept my eyes on the prize python eyein my neck left bygone for buygones at saigons desk comply yall and buy on naw rely on death
you haul thirty two tons yall and what do you get besides a number for your name and disability checks they lock you up for shit they do we pay facilities rents its kinda silly aint it not really to the childrens defense just like the DA that we pay whos building this fence press sneaks like a dj but ill in a sense been killin it since when eve ate just buildin interest rates a peakin secret treasure keeps him fillin his chest just like breath to a hethen keeps him ill and arrested or aquitted or shit it might-ite get him elected ext elective selected rewrite the right to live objective defective prisms for the difference the mission projected how many messages we given wrong but livin this lesson born indebted to the system of the thorn and the credit
you haul sixty four tons lord and what do you get besides a scepter you can bow before now before death an hour before pow and out the clouds like power of breath towers of debt collectin cobwebs but now we got calluses alice just challenged her class so its off with her head offered her severence silver plattered like the baptist and said servant aint nothin for certain cept these taxes and death just like a serpent double fanged laughin slashin the s envision it these bitches savages to grab at your sense tobacco debacles to shackle followers hollowin grapple they dollars to shackle knowledge in hollarin it if you hear me yall in actual affect it aint natural the fastened hold the national debt the castle moats the lasso rope when the castles your neck
you haul sixteen tons yall and what do you get besides a castle for a tyrant and a life in his debt they walk you in a hurdled circle and charge you to step charge you at birth charge you in court and charge you at death