We all f*cked
I ain't got shit
I'm sweating and it's August
If you like me
You probably work for ends meet
I don't need much
I'm leaving in a coffin
Call my name
When you need to hear the real shit
Catch me dead
Before you catch me in an office
I can't trust cops
I'd rather be a culprit
Read my rights
And then lock me in the handcuffs
Send me off
We all lost in America
Mass hysteria
Mass media
Mastered shaping mass appeal
Peals away our character
Masking truth
Mass produce
The news ruining mother's mascara
Mass shootings
Mass incarceration
There's no use praying
The masses missing mass
The pastor masturbating
Massacres from LA to Massachusetts
I guess nothing matters
We all puppets doing
Masters bidding
But don't be dipping in they pockets
Question the bosses mindset
N' find yourself jobless
All this attributed to selective hearing
Several years of
Corporate culture
Vulture eyes sadistic thinking
Quickly sinking
It's sick they seeing people as just statistics
Just a number
Numb to consciousness
Ignorance the tip of the iceberg
And that's where the problem begins
I said it before
I'll say it again
Unless you a congressman
We all f*cked
I ain't got shit
I'm sweating and it's August
If you like me
You probably work for ends meet
I don't need much
I'm leaving in a coffin
Call my name
When you need to hear the real shit
Catch me dead
Before you catch me in an office
I can't trust cops
I'd rather be a culprit
Read my rights
And then Lock me in the handcuffs
Send me off
We all lost in America
It doesn't get scarier
Instilling fear from feeling inferior
Police employing serial killers
This is serious business
Terrorizing they victims leaving kids without a father
I hope it haunts you
I hope you see
His face forever engraved in your memory
I hope your soul never Rest In Peace
Temperature rising got me sweating in a cold world
This a matter of survival deep inside a nightmare
Life lost no love felt
No question of suspects
Rosfeld free to roam
Bail unsecured
On house arrest but he ain't home
He ain't alone
There's a load of
Officers
Better off in a morgue
Instead they acquitted in court
The system corrupt
Crooks n thugs pose to Serve and Protect
They Provoke and Destruct
There's No Justice
No Peace
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We all f*cked
I ain't got shit
I'm sweating and it's August
If you like me
You probably work for ends meet
I don't need much
I'm leaving in a coffin
Call my name
When you need to hear the real shit
Catch me dead
Before you catch me in an office
I can't trust cops
I'd rather be a culprit
Read my rights
And then lock me in the handcuffs
Send me off
We all lost in America
Mass hysteria
Mass media
Mastered shaping mass appeal
Peals away our character
Masking truth
Mass produce
The news ruining mother's mascara
Mass shootings
Mass incarceration
There's no use praying
The masses missing mass
The pastor masturbating
Massacres from LA to Massachusetts
I guess nothing matters
We all puppets doing
Masters bidding
But don't be dipping in they pockets
Question the bosses mindset
N' find yourself jobless
All this attributed to selective hearing
Several years of
Corporate culture
Vulture eyes sadistic thinking
Quickly sinking
It's sick they seeing people as just statistics
Just a number
Numb to consciousness
Ignorance the tip of the iceberg
And that's where the problem begins
I said it before
I'll say it again
Unless you a congressman
We all f*cked
I ain't got shit
I'm sweating and it's August
If you like me
You probably work for ends meet
I don't need much
I'm leaving in a coffin
Call my name
When you need to hear the real shit
Catch me dead
Before you catch me in an office
I can't trust cops
I'd rather be a culprit
Read my rights
And then Lock me in the handcuffs
Send me off
We all lost in America
It doesn't get scarier
Instilling fear from feeling inferior
Police employing serial killers
This is serious business
Terrorizing they victims leaving kids without a father
I hope it haunts you
I hope you see
His face forever engraved in your memory
I hope your soul never Rest In Peace
Temperature rising got me sweating in a cold world
This a matter of survival deep inside a nightmare
Life lost no love felt
No question of suspects
Rosfeld free to roam
Bail unsecured
On house arrest but he ain't home
He ain't alone
There's a load of
Officers
Better off in a morgue
Instead they acquitted in court
The system corrupt
Crooks n thugs pose to Serve and Protect
They Provoke and Destruct
There's No Justice
No Peace
I ain't got shit
I'm sweating and it's August
If you like me
You probably work for ends meet
I don't need much
I'm leaving in a coffin
Call my name
When you need to hear the real shit
Catch me dead
Before you catch me in an office
I can't trust cops
I'd rather be a culprit
Read my rights
And then lock me in the handcuffs
Send me off
We all lost in America
Mass hysteria
Mass media
Mastered shaping mass appeal
Peals away our character
Masking truth
Mass produce
The news ruining mother's mascara
Mass shootings
Mass incarceration
There's no use praying
The masses missing mass
The pastor masturbating
Massacres from LA to Massachusetts
I guess nothing matters
We all puppets doing
Masters bidding
But don't be dipping in they pockets
Question the bosses mindset
N' find yourself jobless
All this attributed to selective hearing
Several years of
Corporate culture
Vulture eyes sadistic thinking
Quickly sinking
It's sick they seeing people as just statistics
Just a number
Numb to consciousness
Ignorance the tip of the iceberg
And that's where the problem begins
I said it before
I'll say it again
Unless you a congressman
We all f*cked
I ain't got shit
I'm sweating and it's August
If you like me
You probably work for ends meet
I don't need much
I'm leaving in a coffin
Call my name
When you need to hear the real shit
Catch me dead
Before you catch me in an office
I can't trust cops
I'd rather be a culprit
Read my rights
And then Lock me in the handcuffs
Send me off
We all lost in America
It doesn't get scarier
Instilling fear from feeling inferior
Police employing serial killers
This is serious business
Terrorizing they victims leaving kids without a father
I hope it haunts you
I hope you see
His face forever engraved in your memory
I hope your soul never Rest In Peace
Temperature rising got me sweating in a cold world
This a matter of survival deep inside a nightmare
Life lost no love felt
No question of suspects
Rosfeld free to roam
Bail unsecured
On house arrest but he ain't home
He ain't alone
There's a load of
Officers
Better off in a morgue
Instead they acquitted in court
The system corrupt
Crooks n thugs pose to Serve and Protect
They Provoke and Destruct
There's No Justice
No Peace
Writer: Jimmy Bucek
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