Born with a silver spoon in his mouth
Troubles and Hardships were nothing
As time flew he figure what life was about
He watched as people began cutting
Each other down till they were full of doubt
Till the Judgment clouded their minds
Starting from the north to the south
He decided it was about time
To Pick a choice
So he started with a simple Rhyme
There was once a time
Were freedom of speech was accepted
Now it all seems fine
Even though our voices have been taken
While the ghetto struggles for food
And the rich puts on a mask and starts overtaking
They live to eat, While eat to live
The poison is the fruit or am I mistaken?
Are they two struggling eyes who are leaking like a sieve
Money sets classes apart
Gives power and feeds this rich community
At 8.50 an hour it starts
Living by paycheck to paycheck pure brutality
See society's smart
Clothes,Shoes,Cars, It’s all poison to the mind
There’s only one antidote
We have to go against mankind
And find a different boat
