Lyrics:
Throwing dirt on the coffin, cryptic division
In the times that we're living, some people want to give in
Don't do it, can't do it, won't do it, Hell no
Only
part of gods
Deliverance ( adlib )
Chorus
They tell me you can't steer away form the vision
Cant make no division
Continue forgiving
Continue on living
of the time
Convoluted thoughts pantomime
Socio-economic state affair slime
Financial galore envy with sublime
Work 12 sleep 8 play 4
Barely total 24 anymore
are worried as can be
They're thinkin' bout money, don't you see
I hope that they've got more than me
Don't talk about financial affairs
God knows
am
I know I'm the man and whether you poor or you filled with financial security
Everyone deal with they own insecurity
Even the preacher was born
just for you!
In The Magical Math Circus, numbers dance with glee, From addition to division, it's a spectacle to see, With counting and shapes, we'll
the anger a di population,
Financial empire love di situation.
New slave masses from di next piece a land.
Ask yourself who benefit from this, who mek
Beggars and gentry, give 'em all an entry
Dying for a pass to your timeless affair
Make a concession, ignore their transgressions
Raising a glass,
of contradiction
And summer skies
I know I'm gifted
Thru the art I'm spitting
But my heart is missing
I keep on losing friends
Like it's long division
I will never
with financial affairs
Are too busy for simple pleasure.
When you are poor it is toujours l'amour,
For l'amour all the poor have leisure!
Caught
financial affairs,
are too busy for simple pleasure,
When you are poor, it is toujours l'amour
For l'amour, all the poor have leisure!
Elsa:
Caught in our
you
How can love survive?
You millionaires with financial affairs
Are too busy for simple pleasure
When you are poor it is toujours l'amour
For l'amour
to Vietnam the Air Mobile Division. Additional forces will be needed later and they will be sent."
"I have very sad news for all of you. Martin Luther King
with financial affairs
Are too busy for simple pleasure.
When you are poor it is toujours l'amour,
For l'amour all the poor have leisure!
Caught
Who dies? Who
Strives?" is so political
Young street champs stripped of belts
In pistol title shots
Heavyweight division, KO’s
No split decisions
YOU BELIEVE THAT THE SAME FINANCIAL INSTITUTION
BACKING BOTH SIDES OF EVERY WAR
SINCE BEFORE THE FRENCH REVOLUTION
STILL RUN THE FEDERAL RESERVE
IN
on a mission
They hooked, we supply the addiction
Only multiplyin' addition, no division
Drive the coldest edition, exotic bud twistin'
Got it out the mud
children
Or single with a career
I'm not drowning in some mortagage
Or living in financial fear
I don't cower as I walk home
All alone throughout the streets
Eventually, all walls meet demolition
So Wall Street had to keep the tradition
Their financial systems resigned to ignition
And out of the ashes, we
FORCIBLY RISEN, COLLECTED AND EXHIBITED
FOR ALL THE FINANCIAL PLEASURES OF THOSE FEW
WHO GOVERN THE PROCESSES OF OUR DIVISION.
SUCH SIGHTS BEYOND OUR FENCE
the dark serpent
Rage against the fascist march
The postmodern utopia created more walls between the peoples.
Alienation, class division, ego
We make horrific decisions
Because we have clouded vision
We throw teenagers in prison
Financial wizards make millions
Murdered for using intuition
positions
Forced into division
This is our way of life
Fear those with different minds
Wage war on our own kind
This is the great divide
This is the path
rebellion banner
Uncle Jesse, just a bit tanner
Delivery is candor
No division, no remainder
Eye's on the City, King's Crown
Watch the light as I beam down
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