What do we write in the dead of the night

Where do we go when we’ve got nothing to show

We’re married to toil, to slavery to pain

We just cling to our families or friends who remain

We don’t like that cop shit or boot licking crap

We don’t like taking orders and we hate taking smack

The politics suck and we need some real change

The system is _____ed can we survive and sustain

I don’t want to rhyme much in dumb stuffy tweed jackets

I don’t want to slam dope or smoke crack like a habit

My hobbies are __it talking __it starting __it

I want to sleep __it and ____ walk grind hawk and spit

So ____ you you dumb worker my boss is a witch

I aint gonna stop till I stop and chill and sit

PEACE