1st Verse:
They said there's no fighting in the war room,
at the same time they're inciting more doom,
and the deserts got lightning with the smoke plumes,
and the food that you're biting could choke you,
In the struggle for power,
they smuggled in powder,
when trouble encountered,
It rained in lead showers,
they absorbed the nazi's and the mafia,
its infiltration and it's fishy like tilapia,
poppy or coca leaves,
grown at speeds,
the same vein forestries,
are chopped down openly,
dopamine's working double shifts,
broken fiends pawn your shit to get a fix,
partnerships to flip these bricks,
starter kits for little kids,
it's as simple as the glamour and glitz,
cock the hammer and twist,
the jar inside the pot,
til it hardens and chips,
and who needs a scholarship,
when you're on par to be rich,
and the hardest thing is,
to keep the product on mist,
its like the garden exists,
this dream can really cloud your common sense of what the consequence is,
just being honest about the garbage that we witness,
you don't want to be on their shit list
2nd Verse:
one thousand, three hundred, eighty, Minutes a day,
locked away below minimum wage,
a fucking animal in a cage,
where you gotta manage not to get raped,
and it's all for selling caine, great,
I call that "Jailbait",
you got a fat cellmate who complains about his prostate and smells like halal plate,
He too scared to bathe,
he won't do it or shave,
basically you're a slave,
corporate stockholders control your fate,
cuz they found a way,
to low-ball the pay,
avoid strikes and unions and vacation days,
and it's safe to say,
we stuck in the age,
of media blitzkriegs,
the intent to have you brainwashed by sixteen,
research Vanguard and blackrock,
they promote rappers to glorify the crackrock,
the sad shock they cast you to die like a matchbox,
the crass cops, targeting people as cash crops,
the madness just cant stop,
they got quotas to fill,
no iota is nil and you know the deal,
cuz in the end god loves, but man kills
credits
from From My Cold Dead Hands,
released May 13, 2014
Produced by Fresh Kils, Scratches by DJ Blacklisted