Текст песни
Speak of the Devil, it's me
Speaking of Heaven it's she
Seeking to find a good peace of divine
But my inner keeps deadin' my peace
Deadin' my energy, death to the G
The government's running a separate scheme
Kill the resources for mental and physical problems
While potholes is wrecking our streets
Enforcing the message: Free will isn't free
Fortunately, restless, we sort of can see
The way that they make it, a game to be fed
'Cause the feds always want to give lessons to teens
To TV and news and big movie screens
But we start to wake up and see that it's greed
But what do I do when I sit on my phone
Disconnected and connected to to everything?
We created cycles of awareness
Where everyone could be pathetic
And post an image for a gesture
Then take it down for the aesthetic
All this class consciousness
Yeah we probably tick up and down on those Reddits
But we don't do shit, but forget it
We so fucked, the system's imbedded
Give the credit
Create convenience we need to see
Immediately that all of our things are seen and are ring
Right to our door, right before agreeing
That billionaires need to get taxed out the ass
But what do we do when the competition buys the competition
And we stuck in they trap?
One where we're stuck, and we not coming back
Do we continue the same fuckin' path?
Or do we continue to say that we mad?
While trying to be what the media's telling us
We need to be to be put on the map
All of us wantin' the fame and to brag
That "God put us here" is the main story tag
How do we all have the same and
Our thoughts will tell us that was something the world's never had
Is that the American Dream?
A.K.A, the American Scheme
The thought that we can all have financial freedom
Is really the reason we need
To work more hours for these corporations