Let Me Talk

Let me talk to ya, let me talk to you I know you kinda busy with your “work” to do Like . . . pickin' pennies from the pockets of the people Now your pockets full - you eatin', mock us while you misleadin' Leadin' us off a cliff, Ms. Eve left Eden Focus on the preceding while we talk and we proceed; You focus on desire but you talk about the needs We have never been free, never been independent Control the country - you cannot control spending; Borrow and lendin', look at the place we end in Elect another term we give ourselves another sentence Sick and tired of being fed up; get down or get up Fight back and put our head up and say: Listen lemme talk, listen lemme talk, listen lemme talk Politician lemme talk! Listen lemme talk, listen lemme talk, listen lemme talk Deacon - Bishop - lemme talk Listen, lemme talk - Shut up and let me talk! Mr. Minister - lemme talk to you: How come you treat the country like a prostitute? She had a couple different beauties and she lost a few Now you slap her in the face, look she lost a tooth Mr Minister, how 'bout your kids illegitimate? Humor me a little bit and riddle me this: Mr. Minister, I know your plan’s all intricate Judas killed Jesus with the littlest kiss But this prism is a prison for those who don’t have the vision; A cage, experience a body-soul fission Listen, Mr. Politician Always vacation, out wallet-fishin' But we ain’t even down for your bull - you could take it Seen you put on a smile, but we know that you fake it Mr. Politician, -ician, -ician Soliciting our coins - got the people well-wishing You can rob us of our gold But you can never rob the prism district of its soul