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Payday,
How did this happen to you, how could it happen to me
how could all my life lead to such disasterous scene's
now I see the dreams of men descent daily within themselves
victims dwell in this class system prevailing
to every level in society reality is irony
since freedom excists in mid barriers quietly
but when it spotted predators swoop in like carriers violently,
immobilizing the subject
offender apprehanded triumphantly,
suspended from school no longer a tool for privileges
wich explains my present dwelling in this mess
pitttyless creature, outcast must remove his mask and except his death
are we good guys or bad guys, you know?
I am a human being with his heart strapped to the floor
and his voice smashed against the ceiling
I am the reason we do what they say
the reason why my people can't smile on their payday
So called, cause it's sure as water falls from the sky
we got to keep getting payed if we're gonna make it by
but im always linking cheque to cheque
and that's like tightrope walking with a tightrope around your neck
it's like not being able to get any respect
unless you visually flank images that vividly impress
so just getting by is like a wicked lie
walking around like im nothing so the world passes me by
can't look me in the eye because im transparant
unless I do something to better myself, better with wealth
and a slice of unlawful behaviour
and act scared at the consequence, you must fear failure,
I do, I do oh god I do,
fear going broke when I can't handle the stress of progress without a token and a drink
must have been one too many, I couldn't have had none too plenty
but hunger send me up another step in the ladder
to gain entry to a few more penny's
I only kept that weapon to protect me
my sources said that house would be empty
caught me messing in their droors looking for more
and I sweat filled my pores, she'd thaught she'd settled the score
with a small piece of led and orb, as soon as she was sure
bore a hole trough my clivical, wich rattle trough my brain
my reaction was natural self defense without pretence,
It was the event that caused the bitter end
to create walls so dense, an electric fence surrounding this reaccuring trend
of a life spend, spend life,
sense is where the spending begins, that my blood and sweat in a wreck reach many
and woman and children literally making a killing
and since rehabilitation is non excistend and in fact prohibited
in case individuals take on their own initiative
derived from the smut in society's guts
reborn in what's left of their innocence
but now I see clearly trough brick and smog
wich have become small obsticales as I sit and awe
realising my life has been a prison
and the real restrictions where everything from school to religion
cutting out my desire with precision
teaching me what to see and who to listnen
and on the inside met many of a a similar path
and we speak of times past with interest
and although our bodys are trapped and experimented with
our actions recorded and our minds influenced
I still see the possibility of freedom in this, it could have been worse...
I am a human being with his heart strapped to the floor
and his voice smashed against the ceiling
I am the reason we do what they say
the reason why my people can't smile on their payday
