In calamities attack, the melted faces of the world- Bleed into one color- They raise they’re weapons in defiance, to a cause- That had no meaning- It was chaos’s time- Roll up in pimp’n cars- And roll the dice- Lobby the world for they’re million dollars- Always asking for free hand outs- Before knowing the price- If you stepped up to the plate, and held your head up high- The world learned to never ask why- Just as long as you looked good- Your spirituality was fast food- With spin-doctors behind the scene- You’re violent turmoil looks good on the Hollywood Screen- Or sells a lot of CD’s- Whatever the agenda- The information is funneled through so many sources- And there’s no period to the end of their sentences- If you got caught fucking- Make millions on it- If you sold Crack and Jacked cars- Write songs, and fame will legalize the illegal ownings- Everybody is staring through new century lenses- Focus on the cold cash- It’s so green, the route of all evil- Is LA to Washington- And the world over- Is there light at the end of the tunnel- Or is that a train coming-Birth sign: Libra
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