System

A system designed that perpetrates failure

In order for winners a percentage must lose

We can afford a few bad apples just so long as we blame it on drug use and booze

Society must dig to the root of the problem

Separation—again rearing its ugly head

Repression—the poor are getting the picture while brilliant minds are raped and left for dead

A redistribution of economic income ultimately further benefits the elite while we work and slave here like prisoners

Forever beneath your economic American dream

“Work or die" are words to live by

Slave labor in the land of opportunity

Homeless or jobless?

Then they're words to die by

It's a crime to receive something for nothing

So for now society cries

But they continue to feed us lies and for now I will abide just waiting in these endless lines

My home is death-row, a land you choose to ignore where suppression drags my shadow back down

Products of your system on display on the street

You can see I'm down (from your rolled up car window) but do you count me out?

My home is death-row where the numbered curbs bleed

Suppression dragging my shadow back down

Someday we’ll organize—revolutionize and your capitalist New Right system will be left for dead