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 fucked can we survive and sustain

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

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

My hobbies are shit talking shit starting shit

I want to sleep shit and fuck walk grind hawk and spit

So fuck you you dumb worker my boss is a witch

I aint gonna stop till I stop and just quit

PEACE

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