Look around, this how it looks when the surgeries ain't elective When the perjury get neglected The fervor we interject with is nervous and ineffective In the school of hard knocks, concern's not an elective And yet we wait for vague despair to say we care Before we stand corrected, we sit in that lazy chair The workin man been in hell, this ain't unique to now The government stumbling, couldn't keep the trains runnin and on time They owned by the billionaires that we just work for Shit, but if we quit, they'd be fucked I know it's hard cause we don't got our liquidity up But they'll let us die 'fore that portfolio of stocks So is we rollin up or not? Eventually, that's the only question... Cause these won't be the only crises, tryna keep my mind intact Cause this my only psyche Gotta speak the truth til no one like me, then fuck 'em