F*** The Man

Same **** different day
need to find a different way
cause even though we differ hey
we all caught up in the quicker way

What you sayin we already heard
kids playin on the curbs
Growin up in the suburbs
Showin we know more than just words

It's a disaster we've mastered
For that we can thank our masters
even tho today their aint slaves
It's still the same, just in a different way.

White men with money, in the US of A
Isnt it funny, the strength they display
And yet we're smart, we know it's wrong
But where do we start? We start with song.

Throw it up in the air
Cuz you know it aint fair
We sit blank, and just stare
Just goto work, that's all THEY care.

Knowledge is power and that's what we got
I Aknowledge these cowards all think that their hot
But they cant do nothin, cept hide behind the bill
And they're always wantin, to try n hide the thrills.

But as they said, the revolution is now
Idea in my head, for a solution how
We can work to dismantle their bus-iness
We'll hit where it hurts, now listen a this
this is something else, different than the rest
The onething I'd like to point out, nobody is the best

In terms of nature we are all equal
But something stands in the way
We only worry to create a sequel
Carry on the family name

But behind that name is what really counts
The prestige which follows, is measured in amounts.
And these skeez'es who try n please us
Would just squirm and shout
If the word ever got out

That the **** is jacked and the system is wacked
It's rigged for these bitches, to increase their smack
The kids have nothin to do, so that means money too
Because money is time, and I'm sure we'll find
Some sort of white powder to pass the time
And what's even worse is it's done behind
all the scenes, i mean it's qute obscene
They're acting like they can't be seen
But unfortunately fools you can't trick me
The ocean is comin, this ****'s just trickling

My river runs wide and it runs with Gold.
bolstered by the support I'm told
comes in to me, from the masses
People pissed about the system of classes
People pissed just sittin on their asses
Tired of lettin the time just pass us.

Wait for the uproar, i admit it's in store
No you stupid ****, not your department store
The riots start and they're departin for
A island all their own, an island that they own
An island paid by the **** makin people lose homes

So many crims gettin shots for mug.
Gettin pulled in, cuz they gots the drug.
The white man puts em away
The white man brings the drugs this way

It's like breeding fish in a barrel
It's trife, keeping them in this peril.
Flood the streets with the stuff
Catch bloods n crips with any luck

But what about the homie who
Was slingin to feed his lonely crew
A word that you may have trouble remembering
Bitch im talkin bout fam-i-ly

His mom and dad, their time they had
And now the roles were reversed
Havin your son slingin rocks
just to feed ya, yeah it hurts.

But less then the pain you feel when you need
Like actually need energy, Hunger - I think it's called
I wonder what if you can buy it at the mall
No way man, not from the man, He'll do anything he can
To try to disguise this machine he's built, feels no guilt
Child Labor in pakistan

The jeans cost less than a Buck, yet we pay thirty two
If our clothes are fucked, I wonder if everything's dirty too
Is it all backwards, are we not aware?
Uh oh we rap words, and the man gets scared

The most popular movements are against the norm
Well move cuz this aint no movement, it's a storm.