Your guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there's no one else to blame
Can y'all explain what kind of land is this when a man has plans of being rich
But the bosses plans is wealthy?
Dirty money scheme, a clean split is nonsense
It's insane
Even corporate hands is filthy
They talk team and take the paper route
All they think about is bank accounts, assets and realty
At anybody's expense,
No shame with a clear conscience
No regrets and guilt free,
They claim that ain't the way that they built me
The smoke screen before the flame
Knowing as soon as the dough or the deal peak
They say it's time for things to change
Re-arrange like good product re-built cheap
Anything if it's more to gain
Drained, manipulated like artists, it's real deep
Until no more remains, but I'm still me
Like authentic hip-hop and rock,
'Til pop and radio and record companies killed me
Horses or donkeys?
There is nothing spiritual about this question you liar
Like fo realzeez ?
