fight for a slice.

there is no need to fight
if they say it’s okay, than it must be okay
they’re always right
right?

like when they insert the money
to make the world go ‘round
like when they rape oil from the ground
but it don’t make the sun go down

paper is thin
yet we still feel bound
and what we’re runnin’ on
will soon run out

soon we’ll be runnin’ too
lookin’ for truth
runnin’ from all the rules
who makes the rules
who fakes the rules
who decides the value?

do the answers lie behind pearly white gates
is that where they write out our fate?
inside walls of white
what comes first money or rights?
First on the agenda,
serving the elite the whole pie

while mothers and fathers
have tiny mouths to feed
but they’re children will soon bleed
scavenging on there knees

trying to survive
only to find
all the rotted waste that was left behind
tell me what’s behind all that pearly white
where is my equal piece of the pie?

they promised protection
such promises are for fools
why are we so dependent?
its all a misconception
see we’re the ones with the power
holding the weapons
and don’t forget it

dependence gives way
to manipulate
to tame
to keep the circus maintained
little by little
freedom is what they will take
but if they say it’s okay, than it must be okay

they say it’s okay, than it must be okay
fuck such claim!
most of the time they’re not right
wake up—there is need to fight