While the poor struggle to survive another night
Where the day starts with signals of rooster calls
Here we are the animals, I say fuck a rooster call
In the morning we're back to our cage with four walls
Aimless and mindless waiting for the night to fall
The party begins so it's time for bottles to pour
Overdose, on the streets these bodies start to crawl
The ragged looks on in the same envious glances
Wondering what rendered them their circumstances
What you can afford in a night is gold in their eyes
They could do more with that money than spending on ice
It's a crack habit, a bad habit for the rabids
But how can you blame on the pampered kids
Censored from the realest pictures ever captured
They just consumers of what they manufacture
Out of mind, out of sight even in broad daylight
How the fuck you expect them to have a foresight?
Livin' like graphs till the x and y axes collide
Infecting earth like a motherfucking parasite
The city is full of people but noone knows you
'cause money and cents - the only things they relate to..
ok back to sleep now
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