Текст песни
I've got something to say about the state of union today
It's not a union, sometimes I wonder if it ever was
United States, united people, is it all just b.s. are we all created equal
Correct me if I'm wrong, I hope I am
I stand in the lower class and I see no end
We're all just victims of income segregation
Why must three classes separate the entire nation?
There's three classes, one on top and one below
The middle doesn't matter and neither does the low
The top irritate and subjugate the bottom two
Try to deny it but they do it to you
Now the masses are controlled by the minority
They have just wealth, not rightful authority
We see the rich pockets getting fatter, faster
What will you do, is money your master?