you see the poor man struggle while the rich get richer, never
looking back, call em Lott but moving quicker, hanging us with
the rope while we climb to become bigger, im gasping for air
getting high until i shiver, filling out the paper work for
a job that we wont get, to be successful we need a ball so
take a hit, they tell us not to point the blame on you know
who, but in turn i gotta point and aim to feed my boo, there's
reasons for the season of treason against the man, damn, i only
do this just to support my fam, so if i wanna eat, then i gotta
pull the trigger, and salute to die, say goodbye, Iraqi nigga...
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