As you walk the streets blind to the truth
Does money sculpt your perception
We see a struggle to fight through the day
You see laziness painted with your deception

Levels of hierarchy built by the bricks of immortality
Paper defines how long one lives
unable to afford a decent insurance plan
Taken for all we got but hated if we don't forgive

How long will it take until justice affects the top of the food chain
How long until an eviction notice will be on their doors
We all know the IRS wont ask them for overdue payments
But one will listen if its written with, "Sincerely, the Poor"