The morning sun clutched in your greasy hand
Deliberate drivel to propagate, but what's your plan?
Come forth from your judgement and facilitate
Your few steps closer to love and away from hate
Gotta face that the odds are stacked
Against you tryna live in this world
Print lies like they're matter of fact
And you believe it all
Cherish your pennies, just don't buy into it
One day your mug'll be plastered knowing they're the real criminals
Weaponized minds make for heavy ammunition
But eyelids are batted and no ones ears are listening
The people's war
Anymore for anymore?
Plagued with deep resentment but do as your told
Some have lost it all while other's notes have furled
As the real sun falls and vanishes in time
Wield your inhibitions and narrow the divide
The people's war
Anymore for anymore?
Gotta face that the odds are stacked
Against you tryna live in this world
Print lies like they're matter of fact
And you believe it all