Who Wants This

Now who wants the same shit from Monday to Sunday
Some may, but some way, it’s gonna stop some day
Through my window sometimes I see visions
Of battalions and civilians and can’t tell who are the villains
What’s the difference – we’re all in this when shit’s hittin’
We all got courtside seats to Armageddon
We all gotta walk if the engine stops
We’re all gonna fall when the bubble pops
CPA’s, VP’s, VIP’s, NYPD
Supreme court justices to peanut galleries
Presidents descended from family dynasties
To the homeless resting on cardboard in the streets
Cuz you can get robbed blind by Wall street banking
Worse than at St. Mark’s and Franklin
Thanks to those stickup kids in ties and white collars
Who worship the almighty dollar, so holla!
Who Wants This

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