Lyric Motherfucker

when do I get paid for all the money you made
sellin souls on Capitol Hill
another law s been passed designed
to break your ass
and keep the middle class quiet and still
you talk a lot about justice and then
go and bust us
except for the chosen few
I got a god given right to smoke whatever I like
so tell me how it got given to you
motherfuckers

the monkey looks back at his foot in the trap
and it s the boogie man comin for you
sells you the spade to dig out your own grave
and you can cover yourself when you re through
I never just "say no" so take your slogans and go
I m gonna spell it so there ain t no doubt
cause I m one with the other
I m a bad motherfucker
and my bullet s gonna find you out

four billion people all strung out of their minds
on power trips and slaving ships not seeing
that they re blind
one day I ll be in front of you
"put up your hands, give me all your money
don t think don t blink, cause I can t rely on you
I sold myself, and I ll sell you with me
don t blink don t think that I can rely on you"

mothers and fathers it s your sons and daughters
that you re selling to the prison cells
why so afraid of the flesh you ve made
and the lies that the preachers tell
I was born to run on the light of the sun
and the smell of a woman s wrist
I m out of things to say, so here s a raw display
of the power of the silent truth