There are only a handful of songs that I would listen to two time in a row, this one got stuck on repeat, and just when you think the songs over he drops this verse: They sicker than a wicked mans whip Victims of they hype and of they sycophants lip And underneath the money and the power is the tip Of something very dangerous and its strengthening its grip And I dont have to tell em that they turning pale with albinism I am not their keepers but I keep my own morale And isnt everything we do just a matter of decision So if life is just a prison then Im breaking out this minute This an epidemic of the vultures in the playpen Weasels with a smile and a guile that leaves em vacant Businessman sticking up the layman out the gate and Thieves wearing suits but they can never fool the vagrants And con man bringing em treasures of fools gold CEOs grinning from swindling stocks cold Politicians trading their morals for blindfolds And cowards step aside as the criminal mind holds Welcome to the jungle where deception is the code Brother fighting brother as their avarice corrodes See that evil, speak that evil, be that evil bold You are not your own and loves a memory of old One nation under fraud - the anthem you applaud Well let this serve to warn, I wont enable or reward And let the flies swarm, let the noble die strong This is my scorn, new day, new dawn
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 01:49:18 +0000
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