Look around, this how it looks when the surgeries ain’t elective
When the perjury get neglected
The fervor we interject with is nervous and ineffective
In the school of hard knocks, concern’s not an elective
And yet we wait for vague despair to say we care
Before we stand corrected, we sit in that lazy chair
The workin man been in hell, this ain’t unique to now
The government stumbling, couldn’t keep the trains runnin and on time
They owned by the billionaires that we just work for
Shit, but if we quit, they’d be fucked
I know it’s hard cause we don’t got our liquidity up
But they’ll let us die ‘fore that portfolio of stocks
So is we rollin up or not? Eventually, that’s the only question…
Cause these won’t be the only crises, tryna keep my mind intact
Cause this my only psyche
Gotta speak the truth til no one like me, then fuck ‘em