Talk trumps action, thought trumps passion and meanwhile the market's making Donald trump backspin, it's just a party for the one percenters, they wanna get us conversating on Facebook cause it's fucking endless,
We love to vent about the size of it, we'll take the venom for the price of it.
Free? Sign me in...
Show me a rapper my age who say that he signed for this and I'll show you a rat in a cage who stops at typing shit...
Comfort is for pets, happiness is for people who struggle through the stress, lack conviction or do what the government detests til they get defensive, this shit is running on consent. stop giving em weapons.
Words alone won't cut it, gotta learn the math
Either put your heart on your sleeve or else it's turning black,
I'm bout to give you CPR until your sternum crack everybody want blood nobody want a murder rap

You first...
You first...
You first...murder rap
You first...murder rap
They in mahogany towers we out to burn em flat
Everybody want blood nobody want a murder rap

The only healthy recipe for power is the kind that gets you ready to devour it my mind is thinking steady on the how of it but time is sinking heavy on the bow the ship is sliding to the depths of despair so I'm swimming
out of it. it's back to stroking egos, and joking feeble, unholy regals use the pleasure to control the people, sometimes I wonder if the jester had a loaded Eagle next to his heart could he get a shot to overthrow the kingdom,
You want it too but see we're only dreaming, we're sleeping on reaping while bleeding through sowing season and so we're seasoned, and so it seems we should be woke and heated up instead of cold and freezing, but the media ain't the only reason,
They treat this economic system like a purse to snatch,
Leaving us swinging between- starving and burning cash
So now we sitting shook and waiting on the first to act everybody want blood, nobody want the murder rap

You first...
You first...
You first... murder rap
You first... murder rap
They in mahogany towers we out to burn em flat but
Everybody want blood nobody want a murder rap

Some refuse to hustle hard cause the game is rigged, I choose to hustle hard
cause it makes me live, I'm on that Michael Bluth head down power through power move- but how am I empowered if power's making all the rules?
...kinda skewed if you think about it we're kinda screwed if you think about it they on the loose if you think about it,
They want the truth just to be demolished and want the proof to be discarded and want you to just drink about it
The dance they do is a Roomba they treat us like Flobots we're fighting with tools built to fool us
Now all the dust they're sweeping under the rug is up in our gut we're running to drugs thanks to the rulers,
We stay depressed from making threats we never turn to fact,
and playing chess for lazy vessels of a worthless tract
We crave respect and they pretend they never heard of that,
Everybody want blood
Nobody want a murder rap

The only healthy recipe for power is the kind that gets you ready to devour it devour it devour it
Comfort is for pets, happiness is for people who struggle through the stress.

Can we struggle through the stress?