Be prepared to loose ya homes
Times of waste 1929 face
Replace back to the days of ol fate
Wait for a blind date
With nature politicians still false whistling
Stenciling unborn images to birth a futile mind
Wake up the virus just a glimpse of a collapse
Attack the poor riches soar gold and silver roar
The mightiest my pens the brightest
Protect and protest
The votes is up the nest ya thoughts but not really the best
Ideas Trump just a souvenir to the those In the rear
Talk crystal clear but folks still don't hear
They ******* they saying everyday they playing
One world government pushing diseases so they can
continue slaying
End of democracy and
independency beginning of a new currency
And old form of prostitution dependency