how many shorties born in debt to dayncause aint no question we was raised to be a slave in the systemnvictimised by the initials missile get they headins straightnthinkin wishful in the midst get stuck for debtors ratesnnot the holly ghandi or john d rocka on his get awaynlike jesus on the tables in your temples flip your cheddar platesnthe more things change they stay the same feudal serfdomntwice the burden and toil but now the soil aint worth nonenit’s funny when moneys backed by lies plus interestnbut everybody clutchin for they lives what is thisnwe dummies nobody in they mind admits thisnimage blinded so nobody in they eyes aquittednwhen every infant is a numbernevery number a limitnreduction quickens at the cypher we convinced its infinitenwe can approach the hocus pocus till the focus diminishnlonely vultures grabbin riches his lonely throne in this prisonnnyou haul 16 tons yall and what do you getnbesides another day older colder deeper in debtnit seems for everyone forgivenna million forget itnindebtedninstead of resistin listen this is his weaponnwe left decisions for the heavensnwhat if heavens within us among usnit aint metaphysics its physics they’ve hidden from usnno kiddinnyou spit some real shit and youll get strung upnbut sell it out and get a class or mass to spit in front ofnand none of these greedy fuckers give your mind respectnwere easy to control and mold with our minds on stressnplucked my i from the iris of the irsnwe tryin to die hard or scared for the imfnyellin fuckem from my chest and leapt from zions crestnkept my eyes on the prize python eyein my necknleft bygone for buygones at saigons deskncomply yall and buy on naw rely on deathnnyou haul thirty two tons yall and what do you getnbesides a number for your name and disability checksnthey lock you up for shit they do we pay facilities rentsnits kinda silly aint it not really to the childrens defensenjust like the DA that we pay whos building this fencenpress sneaks like a dj but ill in a sensenbeen killin it since when eve ate just buildin interestnrates a peakin secret treasure keeps him fillin his chestnjust like breath to a hethen keeps him ill and arrestednor aquitted or shit it might-ite get him electednnext elective selected rewrite the right to live objectivenchecks and balances by gallons and metallic infectionndefective prisms for the difference the mission projectednhow many messages we given wrong but livin this lessonnborn indebted to the system of the thorn and the creditnperformin it before a senate board (bored) ignorin i said itnnyou haul sixty four tons lord and what do you getnbesides a scepter you can bow before now before deathnan hour before pow and out the clouds like power of breathntowers of debt collectin cobwebs but now we got callusesnalice just challenged her class so its off with her headnoffered her severence silver plattered like the baptist and saidnservant aint nothin for certain cept these taxes and deathnjust like a serpent double fanged laughin slashin the snenvision it these bitches savages to grab at your sensentobacco debacles to shackle followers hollowin grapple they dollars to shackle knowledge innthenclosets of collegesnhollarin it if you hear me yall in actual affectnit aint natural the fastened hold the national debtnthe castle moats the lasso rope when the castles your necknnyou haul sixteen tons yall and what do you getnbesides a castle for a tyrant and a life in his debtnthey walk you in a hurdled circle and charge you to stepncharge you at birth charge you in court and charge you at death