horror stories and need, it seems legit
gettin boring to read, I must admit
Filling up my feed, seems like it's all I get
Seems like the poeple who cliuld use my power don't want it
Those who already too fat, seems like they already got it
Paper pushers try and stall me as I walk throught the halls
Ask me if I support their cause, what do I say?! No, let 'em starve!
Cuz pity never powered a city, Mama knows and hopes
no concept of the gritty in your comittee, Uncle Sam, he gropes
The statue of liberty, not afraid to get his troops hand's dirty, blood and oil
let acid rain wash it away, the fertile lands, mud and soil
He screaming "give me your affluent, your educated", that's immigration
but pay your rent, don't get too educated, that's deportation
I'm gettin colder with age. sopmedays just wanna jump off the stage
forget your fake-ass aid, wonderin who's got the next scheme, filled with rage
Who's breathin here? Is it me or the machine?
I take one step and I'm green, like my first day on the scene
Still the water gettin murkier, the villains gettin lurkier
Spear huntin in this lake, my own body's gettin dirtier
hide their ever gaping maws in a charity, feels like it ain't fair to me,
like I'm third world born, where justice is a rarity
I know I gotta quit my growling and bark down a measure
feelin drastic, but freedom's someting that I treasure
want a nice home, a full belly, my pan well greased,
y una boqueta azul watching from my mantlepiece
[Azul todavia es mi color favorito pa un boqueta. Mas sobre eso mas tarde]
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