Bailout

[Verse 1] I’m sick and tired Of the rat race, fast pace, crap tables and shallow bets Russian roulettes, bet on black and die with the vets The great depression is back, out to get more than dollar The pain is caused, by corporate hordes of white collars And now the image of earth, is worth a starving ghetto I see Pinnochio’s nose, on the face of Gepetto The puppet master of lies, thriving back in D.C Live at the center of the hive, none is all that it seems I’m sick and tired of a line of credit breaking our backs Attack a nation abroad, and just take what you lack FUCK that. You know it’s sad for the eye on the prism And we go back to the past, forming a comminuism Tack the taxes stacked to fat kids backs And send them out in the streets so we react It’s a fact… we’re dead on a raft, ready to sail out Slowly we rot, found face down in a bail out [Hook] Put the money in the big black bag and step back This ain't a time to react to what you used to have Put your money on the table and bail, or get your change out I’m taking all that you got and I’ll blow your brains out [Verse 2] I paid my dues and maybe I choose To keep moving in my fucked up shoes and never lose And baby, the blues could be bringing me down I’m living life without a bailout plan, look at me now I’m a soldier, walking the gravel roads up in the heat Sweating like a beast of burden beneath the cracked street Six feet could be plenty deep, but please If you bury me, cover me face down, and kiss the crease Release truth and cold souls into the youth When I’m at the core it’s a way to become a lit fuse I detonate, salivating up at the gills Every curricular thrill is in the vitamin pills Slowly released, beneath the sheets, quickly I leave I lean into the blames, and my people bereave And you can do what you want with your newest credit start Collectively we are seeds planted to far apart [Hook x2] [Outro] Come one, come all Come short, come tall Come big, come small Come suck my fucking ball It's free money time for everybody!