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You know what it is, make a motherfucking fist Pump that shit, raise your middle finger to the government Lift a pointer for your sisters and your brothers If you're fucking with Peace, Love, & Rhythm You know what it is, make a motherfucking fist Pump that shit, raise your middle finger to the government Lift a pointer for your sisters and your brothers If you're fucking with Peace, Love, & Rhythm Move it, life is a path, choose it Better off broke than rich, confused, and stupid (Clueless) I ain't talking to you, unless that shoe fits Shit grab 'em, go and rock your new kicks I'm dreaming of a meaning, all I'm seeing is demons Deceiving me to believe in greenish things with no reason And what I'm thinking is treason And what I'm drinking is seasoned with salt of divinities Fuck that industry And sneaky senators like Clay Davis, shit Get them hands out my pockets I'mma break 'em quick Eyeing a piece, ready to make my pick It seems the game is rigged, them stakes is high, so am I I feel it's needed just to cope with the times Everyone walking blind, no one opens their eyes A future looking bleak, all hope is disguised But I focus my mind, I play my rhythm See I was raised in a system that creates division Separates its victims based on class, race, and religion Aims to condition the masses to fear and hate what's different And distract you from the few actually making a killing State minions spilling innocent blood in the streets Flood the prisons with the underprivileged citizens just to feed business I'm sick of the viciousness, the greed, the hate The dismissive apathy that keeps it in place And venomous be the screens, violence in the news Got you questioning if we've yet to finally lose All evidence of the dream, try to find it in the booze Or the ten minutes in between each time you hit the snooze Pledge allegiance to the flag of the land of the free Home of the brave, and if you're lucky you'll grow up to be a slave to the bank Trading your days for paper to pay for a place to lay during breaks in the labor Aiming for greater ranks saying Thanks To hard work and neglect for my health They started far above the bottom, still embezzling wealth Climbing the ladder like descending through the levels of hell Praising god while shaking hands with the devil himself You know what it is, make a motherfucking fist Pump that shit, raise your middle finger to the government Lift a pointer for your sisters and your brothers If you're fucking with Peace, Love, & Rhythm In the streets screaming things that would have probably got me sent home Back when I would sloppily squabble with Stockholm Syndrome Your god's a model, the dollar doesn't exist, though I don't think they'll get it without bottles through their windows Merlot replaced with premium, creates the perfect evening Or at least the scene that the media will stream "Another drug filled lunatic, goofy on hallucinogens" Confusing schools, you choose to swim "On the scene, moving in" Lucid, he's clueless the future's losing him But I'll keep swooping in, to try to prove some usefulness To all employers done toiling with their shoeless kin Could lose the whip, could lose the rims Could use some sin, could do a rip Could do with ten, ass could bruise a dick Laugh would cool a mint, could do with bending rules a bit And rule through spending loot from kids Fascist actions trap the masses Three big B's: Banks, Brother, Business, fees, taxes Time spent listening to liars going batshit All three tryna act like they ain't tryna have it I expect attacks if we don't inspect their tactics Respect every last kid fighting for the grass if They spend their time relaxing, skipping class and passing You'll be losing hope they won't be voting for the last men "Things will never change" is what we wallow and they bask in Things will never change until the day we fucking snap Revolutions start with small victories If you don't kill the fucking president it ain't history "Where's Bon Mot?" It's no mystery I'mma start the kind of riots end with y'all missing me You know what it is, make a motherfucking fist Pump that shit, raise your middle finger to the government Lift a pointer for your sisters and your brothers If you're fucking with Peace, Love, & Rhythm