Natrually mystic (obama no jobs II)

[Verse 1:Skank] Lets go, people in the suits Handing out the cards Little tax cuts Driving fancy cars Giving gays rights Fucking up the bible Having large meetings Almost seems tribal Searching for relevance Living in elegance From the lower class They are segregate No color lines Just financial boarders A hidden agenda Controlling the orders So many people homeless Businesses failing No money to circulate The stress is overwhelming Babylonian buildings Mind killing,technology Used in the prison system Confusion religion The youth used to killing Why the schools look the same As when we were children When are we living Look at the cards given Ugh sends my regards To the troops still living [Hook] [Verse 2:Skank] Fuck That!,not many jobs to survive So label him a fool with more ways to die We loosing, see numbers don't lie How am i to make ends meet When the meetings ain't right Unemployment line so long i reach to eat Preach! we seem to suffer from defeat The old lady says to the pastor Please sir,help me keep my son Up out of these streets To the money we are slave to the master Skank dollar, second chapter I am far under the lower class You get used to it as time pass Some people fade away dying broke But years they family prayed Having more dept than hope Financial slaves Lets take a walk, this is where i live Where people with enough Still don't have enough to give Shit [Hook] Yo Yo [Verse 3:Skank] I am not a judge, no robe no gavel Looking at the world dismantle Looking at the ropes before my sentence I coped with the hassle Success is a road seldom traveled Glad you made it To eat at the at the cost of others Surviving off of hurting one another We strive by dealing with our customers Everyone's a hustler It doesn't make sense how it comforts us (yeah) I ask for a nine to five To be thrown under the color line Even with a educated mind My name is etched in stone for crimes One mistake you paying all ya life Where's the freedom? It's in the sky The cells are the same outside Once you get a little shine The streets have they're own spotlight But everybody hasn't been raised on site And i am not of the devils bloodline For real though [Hook] [intoxicated rebel talk]