Manifesto Lyrics

Sipping tea in their white hood

They think they gotta get it 'cause their life's good

I paid the price thrice to get my goods

They impulse buy my whole life's work

In a million years I could not walk towards

The type of fame and fortune gave at time of birth

Trust fund babies, know that life's short

They gotta beat the poor to feed their high score

Play the money counter like a violin

Stringing higher pitches to derive more from their fellow white lords

Suit and ties, billions behind 'em hope to find more

Build their enterprise to the sky floor

As the time flies, so does all the poor

Skyscraper forests and cement pools

Ultra rich schools next to crying serfs

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

We plotting on senators

Sense is diminishing

Commoners scrimmage for anything edible

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

We living to lift up the system

We're pigs in the pen

And impending's our senators deaths

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

We plotting on senators

Sense is diminishing

Commoners pillage for pennies and bread

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

We living to lift up the system

We're pigs in the pen

And impending is more than just civil unrest

Bullets at their heads, bullets at their kids,

Bullets at their residential that they get from spending what we have to give back in taxes

To supply for some wars that have been inactive

Since I hopped out the womb in a land of fascism

Yet the taxes keep reaching new maxes

In the past tense, maybe we could have a shared little sense of compassion

'Stead of hogging all the wealth, profiting off a famine

And our mental health we can't afford to examine

Now everything's way too damn much

Prices keep zooming while dough don't show up

So violence booming to those higher up

Reserving the favor by fucking 'em up

Yuh

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

We plotting on senators

Sense is diminishing

Commoners scrimmage for anything edible

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

We living to lift up the system

We're pigs in the pen

And impending's our senators deaths

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

We plotting on senators

Sense is diminishing

Commoners pillage for pennies and bread

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

We living to lift up the system

We're pigs in the pen

And impending is more than just civil unrest