[ACTIVATE SELF]

Starin out the window as it rains and it pours
and I'm thinkin bout the money that they gain from the wars
all this pain and remorse we've been made to endure
for the sake of the bank and the names in the Forbes! Pay for tanks, pay for planes, but they can't save the poor?
But send em off to die from uranium ore? It's a shame, we endorse
all the hate and support, candi•dates, that ignore, what's at stake
But of course, same ol' song, nothin changed but the choruse!

So I bravely report what's erased in reports!

Placin blame on the courts cos they claim to "reform"
But corporate owned prison's just the same as a morgue
Cos they're paid by the board to keep people locked
Til they drop to the floor cos their profits gonna soar
If the stock is matured, it's a plot and I'm sure
They're not gonna cure, a gotdamn thang
As they hop in the Porsh, dockin yachts at the ports
As they shop at the stores it's obnoxious de•cor•um!
Shots to the cops like I'm Pac in his prime
With a glock to my mind, no I'm Optimus Prime
Cos my thoughts are designed
To give the world hope as we cope with these times!

-Self