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By Zearle

Listen to the Song

Here's the irony

The shit they try on me

The higher they climb

Out on a limb

Its still win-win for them

I'm in like Flynn

If I can trim

Some costs for them, start

A rip-off, someone else's loss

Further down the line

Someone loses their time

Their share, they come up short

Every man a fort

We battle each other

Like spies, undercover

What's bad for you

Will see me through

My dry spell, my crew

Cheats your crew

I'm tellin you

What goes around comes around

Now, in this town,

All fall down

Like a lead balloon to the ground,

All fall down

All fall down

A coalition of the rich

The state, and the great

The media whores

Behind closed doors

Flippin the rolodex

Making life complex

For the humble classes

They're gloating at the top

Laughing non stop

Sitting on their pile of shit

The money's flowin

The cock is crowin

They're blowin

Wads like there's no tomorrow

Everything in life is borrowed

Killing the plenty for the few

A race against the truth

Plastered on their face

They're guilty of the crime

Wasting our time

Our lives vanish in a click

Around the clock

While they squander it

Sold on the block

for their foolishness

Empty lives, these failed buffoons

Throwing my life away, too soon

It will all fall down

What goes around comes around

Like water running a train,

Up to the clouds and down to the ground

And all over again

All fall down

All fall down

The future's

Buried in the ground

Fools live to die anon

The clock is ticking on

When they get too much

They bust

Like dry husks

They turn to dust

And we live on

And we live on

We get enough

To pull our stuff

Through the maze

Our brains in a haze

The doors are locked

We're blocked

By a generation

Of thieves

Makin us believe

We're by nature law

Some material raw

To grind up like grits

Into kibble bits

Feeding the giant maw

The mouth of the leech

Sucking my soul up

Through a straw

Years of my life

Bouncing rubble

A life of trouble

While they dine on my carcass

All around the atlas

Where ever you go

They're squeezing some bro

Like me, like my co's

We're cooperating

While they operate on us

If we kick up a fuss

They flush us down the drain

The ultimate pain

They refrain

No exposing their ways

How it's gonna lay

They'll never say

Come on up so we can rape ya

Have a hit so we can take ya

For a life of pain they'll make ya

Pay to stay in harm's way

Playing yourself so you play

All fall down

All fall down

What goes around comes around

This is how it works:

Production with no perks

We work and die

For the greater pie

We don't get a slice,

A roll of the dice

Maybe we survive

Long enough to take a dive

But we build the house

We farm the fields

We drive the vehicles

We carry the load

We're bought and sold

Our lives are weighed

Wasted and decayed

Yet we're afraid to fight

It wouldn't be right

All our false gods are telling us

To let them keep on killing us.

We cringe from the whip

They come equipped

With the bombs and all

They have us in thrall

Yet we have a bigger arsenal

Unlimited

We're timid

Afraid to strike

When you get the gun,

It can't be undone

It happens to everyone

One man risks all

one falls by the wayside

Chasing that insanity

Riches and vanity

A full time loser

Stand up for the future

Look around, it's coming,

All fall down

All fall down

The economy is a sight

Money day and night

Up up and away

Live the good life

And never pay

Working everyday

To shop on layaway

Stock market rockets

Money in their pockets

The gold and the food

Stolen for the good

Of the

youth consciousness

united we represent the best

by Jesse Seligson

Listen to the Song

capitalist call givin me a place to fall,

you know in time you'll pay,

I'm seeing the victoria siempre like Che,

hear my manifesto feel my wrath I wanna play

my interest is in the dialectic fuck math

I'm gonna freak out and go mad like the shining path

I've flashed how long can this shit last

drastic times call for the end of plastic minds

life is hell it's dat same old grind

my soul is cryin my body dyin my friends are lyin

secret meth and yay lines, stick ups and stealin all the time

hungry poor with no meals and, you say your keeping it real

with yo nine going buck as you nut up in a slut hip hop say what?

real gangsters die,true hoes cry, and down  mothers wonder why

producers suck your juice and leave you dry

made yo mill ticket ,so rich whites can split it

once your talents gone they could give a shit

being exploited.... just a bit

Burn Baby Burn

Burn....Baby ... Burn

Burn Baby Burn

stock market games and silicone dames

planted dope and murder frames

you ain't got no capital cause the rich is jackin you

dickin you around buying all the good ground

leavin us to rent the slums, daddy is a bum

ain't no fuckin place to run, every body got a gun

being lower class ain't no god damn fun

sharin the floor , with  my cousin no future but to be a hoe

I can't remember when we lost control or when we stopped fighting fo

the workers rights, never sleep a whole night,always fight or flight

getting flushed down this toilet bowl of life, sick of the strife

I just can't see eye to eye with dem rich whites

upper class, we gon come for you at night

make a big pile of all that shit that you like

then.........

Burn Baby Burn

Burn ....Baby ...Burn

Burn  Baby Burn

we don't need none of that material shit

cause we own the power of production and we create it

don't laugh at me..... everthing burns but the factories

they broke our back making us build that crap

the deck is stacked they got us living like rats

workers of the world unite ..let's set this shit right

I don't wear no rag but I wave the red flag and I sag

poverty has us gagged I'm angry fuck sad

the teacher's said stay in school and a future you'll have

you fuckin villain ,look at all the people you killin

steal my money , your ready and willin'

CIA.. gave us acid and crack

I like to drop but take that crack back

my class is on the rack ,workers unite take that shit back

S&L scam slap on the hand, zip of indo get fucked yo

systems set up so's we get fucked they say it's all luck

in the end you capitalists will learn

Burn Baby Burn

Burn....Baby.. Burn

Burn Baby Burn

Fuck your culture it's really class

Constant struggle for that cash

In that pan your a flash

now they own your ass and they want cha stash

Workers for the future fuck the past

gunshots and sutures the cash and the moochers don't last

money hoogee.... your petty bougie... you tryin ta use me

for my labor , pittin me against my neighbor

fuck this capitalist behavior

will socialism save ya ?

soft bitch you gave in to the rich

bending over for that Nike dick

supporting slave labor your a prick

eatin in my kitchen but your still snitchin

betray the workers  are you kidden

gamblin' drunk ...why you twitchin

blood of the workers ...on the taste your smitten

Burn Baby Burn

Burn.. Baby..Burn

Burn Baby Burn

Burn Baby Burn by Zearle

Dedicated to the heros of Ferguson

Burn Baby Burn by zearle

Dedicated to the heros of Ferguson

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