They’re bailing out
The straw that broke the camel’s back is back again
They stay afloat, up goes the tax
The goose is getting fat again
While that’s happening, they throw some spin
And bring their catchers in
Power plays nowadays
We’ve all learnt from what we’ve seen
Too many
Sitting pretty
Passing judgement too quickly
Shanty towns to inner cities
Revelations here are gritty
Where these demons show no pity
Bring these angels down so quickly
Shooting stars from these bars
Till they’ll have to come and get me
Many standing as prophets
Only filling deep pockets
Price of a life worth less than their profits
The fight to stop it grows ever strong
This knife edge we’re standing on cuts deep
There’s brave hearts still holding on and on
It’s sugar in the mouth of fools
Some starve, no help at all your call
Blank face, open hands when asked who’s accountable
You stall
For those with less
No time at all
In print still never shown it all
Who holds zoom on the camera
While someone fights for survival
In times like this we’ve got just us no justice
How many times we hear a cry
They all run quit
No insight strictly self
Soul unfit
Look around you where you at and what you come with
How many years behind bars
For these people trading evil
They have the nerve to stand and chat fraff
‘Bout how they treat every man as equal
This trade’s never been fair
They make a mockery of deceitful
But it takes more than telling tales
About how all their lies are see-through
Control the food, control the people
Peaceful ain’t the way the West was won
It won’t be long now
Already turning to the rising sun
Shed your blood
The rivers run
Now look at what your seed’s become
Polluted, uprooted, a convoluted bond
The deed’s been done
They don’t even hide no more
The cameras roll, we sit and watch it
Make a stand or fade away
The hands of time grip tight
The clock ticks
Thick with politics while nit-wits nit-pick and reach for optics
Some never feel the crunch
Safe in the fact its them that’s got gets
Those left out of sight
Stitch the cloth that hides their rot flesh
These cocks fight to the death
And make a profit out of what’s left
Poverty with a smile
Watch them take but give a lot less
We’re all up in this struggle
Toe the line and see what comes next
In times like this we’ve got just us no justice
How many times we hear a cry
They all run quit
No insight strictly self
Soul unfit
Look around you where you at and what you come with