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I seen a lot of people caught up in a sea of greed and profit
Feedinâ off of weakness like itâs nothinâ strange
Sippinâ on a gin and tonic thinking theyâre invincible
And when it bottoms out theyâre worth a buck and change
I saw a banker groveling like a beggar on TV
Offering a sovereign nation his solemn apology
For trading on their freedom and treating it irresponsibly
And all the people watched him with their wallets on E
And with their jobs disappearing like they were lost in a dream
And his face was a combination of withdrawal and need
And alienation, he got a taste for autonomy
And deregulated trading based on foreign policy
Just a player in the intoxication economy
Speculating away with a cadre of freaks
And chasing the promise of personal liberation constantly
And following it into a place of bottomless greed
And now this banker was on his knees, begging the people watching
Not to take away his Audi keys, not to make him pay
For administrating his office in a state of unconscious sleep
But the people were angry, and they hated hypocrisy
And instead of naked honesty, the banker was making
Himself out to be a great martyr like St. Augustine
And they wondered, how did this monster get off his leash?
We should make some changes to this game in which we all compete
But some of them were into watching situation comedies
Instead of taking politics to the streets, they couldnât see
That watchinâ the play of shadows on the walls of a cave is obsolete
So the changes werenât made and the banker walked free
I seen a lot of people caught up in a sea of greed and profit
Feedinâ off of weakness like itâs nothinâ strange
Sippinâ on a gin and tonic thinking theyâre invincible
And when it bottoms out theyâre worth a buck and change
Iâve been crackinâ jokes and havinâ loads of plans but no cash
Iâm known for passinâ notes in class and goinâ back to old Cass-
Anova tactics holdinâ hands and poems and thatâs my only passion
So my rap is hope in action; no relaxinâ though, Iâm smashinâ
Holes fast in open caskets, slow dancinâ over scattered
Broken glass; Iâm cold molasses; no fashion moguls have
My clothes; Iâm happy sowinâ patches, I donât have a home; Iâd rather
Roam the map with no attachments; so Iâm a laughinâ nomad
Though I travel lonely paths and roads that average joes canât
I wonât collapse and go flaccid; no chance; it wonât happen
Only after no challenge known to man goes unmastered
Only after more than half my bones are fractured; only passive
Goats and cattle go to pasture; no one asked for prose; they asked
For smokinâ raps like solar flashes flowinâ past the globeâs axis
So I task my overactive dome with matchinâ no oneâs standards
And only hatchinâ poems that have the motions of explosive gasses
I seen a lot of people caught up in a sea of greed and profit
Feedinâ off of weakness like itâs nothinâ strange
Sippinâ on a gin and tonic thinking theyâre invincible
And when it bottoms out theyâre worth a buck and change
- Album:
- Big Boy In Love
- The Canterbury Tales Remixed
- The Rap Guide to Evolution: Revised
- The Rap Guide to Business - EP
- The Rap Guide to Human Nature
- Rapconteur
- Apocalyptic Utopian Dreams In the Western Wilderness
- The Rap Guide to Evolution
- The Rap Canterbury Tales
- Lit Hop
- Swordplay
- The Rap Guide to Religion
- The Rap Guide to Medicine