Rich man's world

This in no way advicates violence of any kind, these are just thoughts and an expression of how it is to be a poor man in a rich mans society.

Back 4 the blood of the motherfuckers who dug the graves
4 the ones who sold their souls 2 poisen us through drugs
Send a hail of slugs or toss me in jail
With every breath waitin for me 2 fail
Anticipating my move twords drug sales
They supply me with violence, I try
But in the end my only right is silence
Through acts of defiance they watch me die
Reborn in the blink of an eye worse than before
Cry no tears sworn a life of terror and fear
Swept up in a storm with all my peers
So here's the aftermath, never stopin
The downtroten dissapear in a bloodbath
When the smoke clears this is the wrath
Pollitical missdirection and ressurections
Smith-n-wessons in every single section
Expresions of rage no discresion in this age
Turn the page and clearly see the futures lost
My generation inside a cage or in a pine box
The inplications are clear, look what we tossed
A fading parradise all but dissapation
Evaporating like it's a cube of ice
Left to our own device so we pay the price

I declare a miss trial on the grounds
of the unfair evidence you compieled
No defence because of you were suicidal
My ass on the look out because im lower class
Blast cause nobody cares if i get took out
Must think fast using lessons from the past
Now they ask "how come you have an empty soul"
My rebutal, because im poor ill never see
my full potental, no room 4 being hopefull
Show me a lost cause and ill fuck the laws
But give me a chance and i shall advance
Take a positive stance and raise my kids

( Yo David, why try? just get high and risk a bid
Got a list of excuses for the shit you did
Just tell the judge u was raised wrong as a kid)

Fuck that, my life was spent taught differant
Hard 2 pay rent, getting fucked by the goverment
Sent 2 struggle pinching every fucking cent
No need to repent cause in the end were right
With the might of a million me we shall fight
The type with shit 2 loose, we converge in the night
Watch as we merge and spit out spite
A ritchous plight, now they got no choice
The poor unite and make them hear our voice