Been chargin’ me to live
Since I was a twerp.
This is middle class livin’,
Workin since my birth.
Never had the time
To teach me my own worth
Had to modern man hustle
Always ironing the shirt.
The evening shows
Will always pose
A problem for those
Who don’t follow their nose.
So if you’re feelin’ down
About the ones you call your parents
Take a step back and
Look for what’s not apparent
If they’re workin hard
But its you they fucked up
The white picket race
Is three legged tripped up
If you think you’re immune
‘Cause of color or class
Then you’ve got it comin’
Life’s gonna kick your ass
‘Cause it’s more than you think
It revolves around money
Parents mazin’ for cheddar
And buzzin’ for honey
Still these flowers stink
There’s no pollination
U.S. bees only take
Since our colonization
So what’s the message
It’s time to wake up
Your money’s not your kids
This culture’s twisted us.
Money disappears stupid
Just look at this recession
Plus they’ll give it to the banks
So make your kids your next obsession
They are the future
Just like you were once too
It’s too bad all your money’s
Got you choked up and blue
So before it’s too late
You better change your ways
I’ve watched my whole childhood
While you keep getting played
This shit has gotta stop
‘Cause you’re stuck on the tracks
You missed the future train
By always watchin’ your stacks
Now I pick up the pieces
That you all left behind
Bring on apocalypse
At least with that we’re in rewind.
‘Cause it’s back to beginnings
Mercantilism again
Before these money tailors
Spun some green and caught the grin.
We need a revolution
So hammer out the red
Lets soak with blood the soil
Just like Jefferson said.
So money makes more problems
Our parents cannot solve em
That’s why its up to us
To tear it down and to absolve em
This countries lost control
It ruins more lives than alcohol
They fuck it up then bail em out
While they’re closing down your schools.

04/24/2011

Posted on 04/25/2011
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