Occupation

Alright lets face it
Most of ya’ll miss the basis
Base isn’t well placed
Deteriorates as it ages
Pace slows when it comes to races
Not worth the war that it wages
Not thinking we understand
That they love to put us in cages
Well fuck that
The illuminati can lick my butt crack
And these governmental cut backs
End in palestinians blood baths
Welp
There goes my taxes
Lets just say that those bombs
Don’t leave the surface with scratches
Burnt them to ashes
Sitting on their asses
Its target practice
On children
Blaming it on extremists
So that they can blow up the buildings
Only people inside are wives innocent civilians
They lie say its suicide its genocide no robin williams
Spending billions
Of course they easily take it
Breaking into their homes kill them all and leave it vacant
You can’t call the police
There’s no police in the station
You don’t care cuz its not you facing
A nation of occupation

Its greed
No more blood to bleed
The apple didn’t fall right under the tree
There’s hunger to feed
They’re under six feet
A body is a body
No number to me
So I wonder
What if it happened to me
What if my brother
Just so happened to be
That person under
The burnin pile a debris
Could I forgive
Or would I live to be free

Ok lets get domestic
Most of ya’ll just miss the message
This is not democracy its hypocrisy
This ain’t for your own protection
This is for the billionaires
Who do it for their own possessions
1% To 99
No question its a rigged election
Wonder who is paying who
The government ain’t paying me
So why the fuck they paying you
Everything they say and do
I don’t believe a word of it
These policies they promising
Their politics
Are solid shit
Its plotted with
The congressman
Don’t lie to me its bribery
Ya I can see the targeting
These poor racist dummies is who
Donald trump is marketing
The hatred he is harvesting
Is all part of the parceling
To me its all disheartening
Just look where we’re at
I guess we all are just apprentices
Representatives
Can’t believe we let him in
Four year sentences
Guess ya’ll missed the messages
He paid to be the puppet
So he can gain more power we just gave to him
Man fuck it

Its greed
No more blood to bleed
The apple didn’t fall right under the tree
There’s hunger to feed
They’re under six feet
A body is a body
No number to me
So I wonder
What if it happened to me
What if my brother
Just so happened to be
That person under
The burnin pile a debris
Could I forgive
Or would I live to be free

Its greed
No more blood to bleed
The apple do not fall too far from the tree
Theres hunger to feed
There under six feet
A body’s
No number to me
Well
What if it happened to me
What if my brother
Just happened to be
That person under
The debris
Could I forgive
Would I live to be free